A.N.-it was a really random idea that popped into my head during science period, sorry if it's wired
Bring Back Me
I sighed. I got out of bed without really sleeping much. I was haunted by nightmares of that night. I never could close my eyes without remembering it. It burned me, destroyed me to even think of it. Yet I couldn't help myself. It came back to me like it happened just yesterday. The memory of him perfect in everything he did. He was the ultimate boyfriend, perfection in its true form he completed me. Ironically he showed me the opposite. He made me realize that nothing was perfect. He was flawed. I cursed him with every fiber of my being. He burned me, he destroyed me. Never did he think twice about how he reflected on me. It killed me.
I closed me eyes as I picked my self up and suddenly I was lost in thought….the most perfect date ever…a walk on the beach….a nice dinner in the hot new restaurant…all that time he was a gentleman….pulled out the seat for me…opened the car door me….but he somehow didn't seem to have tolerance for wine…he got drunk…..and he….
I tried to stop myself. It killed me to think of it. I couldn't brink myself to make sense of anything. The fault line in my chest gave away and I began to sob not even paying attention to what I said. I yelled profanities at him and myself. I felt a familiar burning sensation on all of my wounds. The wounds he left. He was the bane of my existence formally known as the love of my life. Somehow I thought to myself "well ha was drunk he wouldn't have done it otherwise" then something else in me scolded back "that's no excuse for what he did it was downright disgusting he is a real basterd" it trailed off leaving me in a dilemma.
I felt my stomach sending me some sort of message. I thought it was about to kill me. I hadn't eaten for four days, in fact I had locked myself in my room and let no one in. I ignored Charlie's desperate pleas to let him in. He said he cared and asked me who did what to put me in the position I was in. He pounded on my door and pleaded me to come out and talk to him. Renee had flew to Forks also in hopes of trying to get me out of the state I had put myself in. I felt bad for them but not bad enough to open up and talk to them. I assumed they guessed what happened on my date. When I returned I was soaking thanks to the lovely clouds of Forks. My clothes were tattered and my shirt, for most part, was torn. I looked like I had been in a fight with twenty wolves or something but I had been through something worse.
I looked at the picture at my bedside table. It initiated a whole new round of tears. I thought I did not have any water left in me for more tears. He stood there with me with a sincere smile plastered on his face. I looked perfectly content too, in a blissful oblivion with my version of Romeo. I turned my face away from the picture that was sure to remind me of the happy times I spent with Edward before he got spent and did those things. Edward, my Edward would never it was the alcohol doing it. Not him, never. I tried to convince myself but my rational side knew that the perfection I imagined Edward to be had fled and in his place returned a monster. I hated him from the every fiber of my being.