Bella lays down in the meadow on her side looking at the clouds as it starts to get dark, now she wasn't afaid of the dark, she was not afaid of what may come from the dark, she was interested in what the dark could hold, and maybe just maybe she wished for death, she was sick of it all, it seemed to her that nothing in her life ever went good for her she just wanted to end the ach in her soul, the hurt, and rejection she had gotten from members of the soquili around the villege that she was from.
