My Paper Heart
I was only supposed to be their doll, their newest thrill. That's all I was ever supposed to be. They folded me any way they wanted, and I complied, because I needed them as much as they wanted me. I still don't understand why they chose me— fragile, nobody, corrupted me. But they did, and now there's nothing left to do but to smile for the camera.
Oh, how we love you. Oh, how we need you. And I smile and nod my head because that's what they want me to do. I still haven't figured out if they are as addicted to me as I am addicted to them.
That night I met them, the world seemed to have stopped in its orbit. Was it fate, or had they been planning it? Had they just been hiding in the shadows my entire life, waiting for the perfect time to ruin my life with one simple nightmare?
A game. Just a game. We never spoke of it, we never acknowledged it. But it was there. It was as evident as their inhumanness.
Just a fool. Only a fool….Always their fool.
We became so attatched to each to each other. No, addicted would be a better word. They were every breath I took, and I was their redemption, their beating heart. They lived through me, because they were not alive.
How many times had Alice seen this coming? Had Edward cared then, when I was as disposable as a broken doll?
It burns. Like nothing I've ever experienced. Like they set fire to my veins, until my body burned as much as it aged.
And yet I am so cold. Its like a fever; I need something to hold onto, something to shelter me, and all the while I am sweating my life away.
Ive tried to stop breathing. But it only makes it worst, only slows down the fire. I can actually feel it crawling through my veins, replacing my blood and my breath.
I scream. It's ear shattering, even to me. But I scream and scream and scream until I cant remember what I am screaming about. Until I cant even remember my name, or the fire. I scream until I can't remember how to breathe.
Eventually it stops. I don't even realize it at first, because I am too busy thinking about the fire and begging. Pleasepleaseplease,helpmehelpmehelpme.
But it stops. And when it does, I open my eyes to my new life, my new life as their immortal doll, their permanent plaything.
It seems impossible, though, that either of us could just turn around and run until this…addiction was no longer there, no longer clashing our lives together again and again.
So I smile. Because my heart is made of paper and I am just a thrill.
Disclaimer: "My Paper Heart" (Song Title) Belongs to the All American Rejects, who aren't rejected at all(:
Other Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns the Twilight Saga, Jasper, The Rest of The Cullens, Plots, Bella and the idea that a vampires transformation is like being set on fire.
Copyright: Every single frigging line in this FanFiction, honey(:
Reviews= I'll lend you my imaginary Jasper for the night(: