I stayed there as the rope cut into my skin while I struggled to break free. I had cried into the rag in my mouth until I was thirsty and parched, my throat sore, and my tears dried. I was a mess from the running, the shoving into the ground, and the exhaustion. To add to all of that, I knew that my death was in my near future. Edward must be looking for me right now. Elena is probably playing the victim, biding her time until she can come and end me. Why did I trust her? That was the worst mistake.
Edward. I don't know how I got myself into this mess, but it all comes back to Edward, doesn't it? I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. I wish I had tears left, but they've already dried. There's nothing to cry with or for right now. I'm just waiting for my death, regretting all the choic
