New Moon

Chapter 3:
The End

"The album Renee had given me sat on the floor beside the bed, just where I'd put it last. I lifted the cover with a shaking hand. 

I didn't have to flip any further than the first page. The little metal corners no longer held a picture in place. The page was blank except for my own handwriting scrawled across the bottom: Edward Cullen, Charlie's  kitchen, Sept. 13th.

I stopped there. I was sure that he would have been very thorough.

It will be as if I'd never existed, he'd promised me. 

I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but to my disappointment, I didn't lose consciousness. The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under.

I did not resurface. "

My Rewrite:

The album my mom had given me, sat next to my bed on the floor. I was shaking as I lifted the top cover. 

I didn't have to see any more of the book. The tabs that held the pictures, were holding nothing. Only my handwriting was left. Charlie's house, Sept. 13th, Edward. 

I didn't have to look for anything else he might have given me, because I was sure he wouldn't have forgotten anything. 

It will be as if I had never existed, he'd sworn.

My knees hit the floor, then my hands, and suddenly, I was lying on the side of my face. I hoped that I might be blacking out, but unfortunately, I never lost consciousness. The pain of that first day was coming back, only in a bigger quantity, that eventually drowned me. 

I did not come back up.