I pull Rose to me, holding her tightly. "How did you survive?" I ask, out loud. It wasn't meant to be.

"Well, little bitch girl, my magic is a bit stronger than many think. You think a stupid fall would take out someone like me? You're really as stupid as you look."

"You've—it's been you—you did all of this—" Edward sputters, not letting his sword down.

"Wow. He's gotten smarter. Maybe I should've just dumped you in the other world instead of the red-head—would've been a win-win—but yes, I've been taking care of your precious, little daughter. It was satisfying, to say the least. Why attack the lion when you can attack the cub?" She's smiling. I tighten my grip. Edward launches for an attack, but she swiftly throws him against the wall. He lands with a loud thud on the floor, immediately unconscious—or worse.

"Edward!" I scream without realizing it.

She turns to Rose and I. "Tut, tut, tut. Look at these two little birdies—lost without the big man to protect them. I though these New York women are supposed to be strong?" I know that I have no other choice—it's probably a death sentence, but I've got to try, at least. I jump up to attack her—I'm sent flying too. I don't hit the wall as hard, but it still makes me see bright lights, flickering, and breaks my cast. She holds me up, and suddenly I can't breathe. I watch her through my blurred vision. She's focusing all on me, stepping closer and closer to me.

"You know, I should've went ahead and killed you fourteen years ago when I had a chance. This has been a lot messier than I had intended—I really don't like putting young girls through rape and torture, forcing them to miscarry babies and starving them. But, a woman's gotta do what—"

Rose grabs her from behind and I'm dropped. It's not a long fall. I'm okay. Still hurts—adrenaline is working though. Bearable. I watch as Rose—she has a small dagger—she pulls Narissa to the ground. They're wrestling in the floor—so quickly that I can't make out what's happening. "Mom—help Dad!" I hear. Okay. I—I can do that. I can try.

I lock out all background noises—Narissa's screams, Rose's screams, all sorts of grunting, squirting, and thumping—and focus on Edward. He's unconscious. He's not breathing. "No…" I mumble. He doesn't have a pulse, but it wasn't long ago. I pinch his nose and deliver mouth-to-mouth. Two breaths. Then twenty pumps. I think. I cry out when I start beating as hard as I can on his chest—my wrist—fuck—but I keep going, through the tears and the stars in my vision. One…two..three…I keep going. I reach twenty. No luck. "C'mon, Eddie. I can't do this alone." More breaths. So much pain. Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump. A gasp. Yes. Good. His eyes flutter open for just a second—just enough so show that he's alive. I fall onto him, the feeling of his breathing heavenly against me. "Rose!"

I look over—there's two unmoving bodies and a lot of blood around them. No…I crawl over to Rose—she's still blinking, calmly. Her breath is shallow and there's several wounds in her chest. One of them is sucking in air. I can't fix this. I pull out my phone—May's on speed dial—I just tell her to bring the family to Andalasia—that I need help right now. I hang up before she can respond. Andalasian medicine—or lack thereof—can't help.

"Momma?" Her voice is so small. But she's still alive and conscious.

"Baby—you're going to be okay."

"Yeah…did I do good?" She coughs. Blood comes up.

I gulp back my tears and smile at her, leaning forward so she can see. "Yes, baby. You did so good. Now, just stay awake for me, darling, and we can go home and celebrate." I put pressure on some of the holes in her chest. All of them except one—the sucking one—aren't deep and none of them are spurting blood—her heart or arteries haven't been hit. It's just the amount of the stab wounds that scares me—there has to be at least ten. "Think about all the fun performances we're going to go to, huh? And how we're all gonna watch you get up on that stage with your fancy class—Rose, don't go to sleep on me—Rosie, you can do all of this cool stuff, but you've got to stay awake first. You've got to do it. We're—we're just going to take you to the hospital and they're going to fix you all up so you'll be all nice and healthy again—please, don't go to sleep, baby. I've already lost you once—I'm—I can't do it again, Rose—Stay awake!"

But she doesn't. She closes her eyes and her neck relaxes, allowing the fluid—blood, saliva, a mix—to drip out.

"No…" I mumble. I press harder. She starts to softly choke. That's it. That's how it ends.

I pass out on her body, my sister's voice calling out my name ringing through my ears.