A Penny for Her Thoughts

by Bella91387

This may be a oneshot. It may not. I really want to get back to my long abandoned story Twilight the Movie so this might not be added to in a while, if ever. Its just blurbs from bella's mind. I'll tell you which book. You get to guess from where.

I just decided to dable in Bella's mind for a little bit. This is just a blurb from one of the many dark chapters of New Moon. Obviously no copyrite infringement is intended, cause Meyer is a genius.

Thanks,

Bella91387

I am surrounded by a darkness that permeates the skin, the soul, the mind. It drives me to insanity. I see pictures on the wall. Spinning in circles gets me nowhere, but did I have a destination in the first place? The darkness blankets around me like cheap perfume. It follows me and sneaks in through my ears and leaves bitter tastes on my tongue when I breathe. No air is clean when I am like this. I drag breath into my through and want to cough it out. Nothing satisfies when the heart grasps out of its reach. The darkness clenches around me. I want it to consume me, if only it were so merciful. It clings like a second skin. Suffocation. I feel claustrophobic from the cloud around me. I cannot see those around me. I reach but cannot feel. I need a touch, a sound. I need something to clear the darkness. Nothing comes. I sink, falling, falling. Where is the floor? I've lost sense of direction, sight, hearing. I've lost sense of reason. The darkness beat me there. Blinking pictures faded to dusk as it drew me in. There is no focus in a cloud of nothing. There is no feeling. Numbness scares me. Numbness precedes death. I should accept it- should revel in it- but I long for the rush. I crave the feeling that a vibration can cause. I want his voice to slither down my spine and make my head spin. Circles are not so bad then. I want to lose myself in another cloud- HIS cloud. His is a cloud of light and brightness and warmth that smells like sunshine and fresh rain. His cloud sparkles and brings breathy sighs from my chest and laughter from my heart. His cloud pulls down my hair and strips my soul. The most intimate of dances between two lovers takes center stage in the studio upon his cloud. Our breaths mingle as parted lips, skittish and bitten from lack of use- dance around each other, never touching. Feathers float down past his eyelids as an angel is given to me in the shape of man. He is my angel, riding on his cloud of light. I only wish he'd invited me along…..