A/N: I don't know what it is with me and writing Edward's insanity, but it seems to be the only thing about this fandom that I can stand. Also… I'm the only writer I know that writes Vampire!GoingInsane!Edward. Perhaps that's not good… anyway, yes, I'm working on W&B. It's amazingly hard to write a story with no inspiration but I'm giving it my best shot.
Disclaimer: No. Just… no.
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Edward heard things, and the harder he tried to block them out the louder they became.
Keep your secrets, Edward.
Lie to them all.
Protect the family.
He tried – he tried oh so hard to do what they said – but sometimes it became too much. Sometimes they would rise in a great swell of noise, cacophony marring the simple tunes he coaxed from ivory keys. Sometimes the voices merged into one and they were so loud and too much and he couldn't handle it – no, he couldn't –
You suck, Cullen.
Keep her safe.
Get out of here, you fucking leech.
Be perfect.
Perfection – Edward thought he may hate that word more than any other because it was so false. By all accounts, he was perfect. He was polite and respectful and brilliant and good-looking and talented and loving and his family – his family was flawless too and –
/bleedcutdie/
Oh god he didn't know what to do. He didn't know where he had gone wrong but he had, he knew that, and now a great canker was infecting his heart. He wasn't worried about his soul; after all, that had been ripped away decades ago, but the empty shell of his remains was beginning to crack.
Soon there would be nothing left.
Get out of here, you bastard. Get away from her.
Do your best, Edward.
Change me.
And she wanted to change. And she didn't know – she didn't know what it was like to be a monster soulless demon hateful damned –
You're so selfish – don't leave me.
Have sex with me.
Leave her NOW.
He couldn't – he couldn't take it SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUTUPSHUTUP!
I love you, Edward.
Too late.
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