A/N- This is my first Twilight fanfic, but I have written plenty of other fanfics. This story contains dark themes so if you don't like don't read.
Bella's POV
I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more(So much more)
I lay dying and I'm pouring
Crimson regret
And betrayal
I'm dying, praying
Bleeding, I'm screaming
"Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?"
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
Do you remember me?
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other side?
Or will you forget me?
I'm dying, praying
Bleeding and screaming
"Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?"
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvationReturn to me salvation
I long to die
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied Christ?(Christ)
Tourniquet, my suicide
I felt the tears slip down my cheeks as the last note of the song rang out through the club. I then quickly picked up the few tips I had received and ran from the stage. I was 21 years old and having to make a living as a karaoke lounge singer and as the personal fuck toy of whatever guy would pay me the most on a given night. Yeah I'm fucked up and I know it, but it's the only way I can live. My family is dead, my friends all hate me, and I have to get my heroin fix somehow. I mean a girls gotta live in this town .
"Just leave the money on the table."
Minutes after my nightly fuck walked out of my hotel room I was dressed and on my way to see him, Jake was my muse I guess you could call him that. I provided the money and the pussy and he provided the booze, the heroin, and sexual high that kept me on cloud nine for at least a little while. Jake is exactly my brand of heroin and I like it that way. I liked it rough, I like it hard, and I liked it fucked up. But as I now found myself running from a cop car this was not the kind of fucked up that I wanted. I felt my feet slip out from under me and the car stop as I hit the ground, "DAMN IT!!!!"
I felt the rain soak into my barely there clothes and fought against the warm arms that held me and moved me closer to the car created by hell itself, but my eyelids felt droopy and I was tired. So I gave up, I turned briefly to look at the jackass that was carrying me and I wondered why his pupils were made of emerald, I guess I'll ask later.
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