The Good Left Undone

A Twilight Fan Fiction

By Love Induced Insomnia

All because of you

I haven't slept in so long

And when I do

I dream

Of drowning in the ocean

The same nightmare. Every time. No hope, no salvation, no end. Just the waves despair sweeping over your head; the realization that no one would save you this time. There is silence before the screeches. Your screams dribble down the air even when you run out of breath, a never-ending manifestation of your fears.

At first it wasn't so bad- you could easily differentiate the real world and your dreams; the truth from the lies, the good from the bad, the light from the dark. Insanity from sanity. But then the lines started to blur. Would death really be so bad after all? It seemed you life had no purpose, no meaning, no reason.

You concentrate on your breathing: erratic, painful, hollow. Underwater there are no memories. No way to look back and feel that familiar hole in your chest. Youre grateful at first, but then a new pain consumes you. Physical, bruising and undeserved.

Everyday is just another onslaught of hostile emotional fears. Your nights aren't much better. It's a new kind of pain, one that your fragile human body is not accustomed to. The emotional damage isn't that hard to deal with, but this…this monster claws its way to the surface whenever you close your eyes.

Ruby eyes, wide and empty stare at you from behind restless eyelids. The monster he always wanted you to see in him: bloodthirsty, ruthless, gone.

"Come and play," she whispers softly to you. You realize this is your reflection; you've been staring at yourself on the oceans smooth surface. What have you got to lose? Nothing. He left you with nothing to give, nothing to lose, nothing to take.

Dragged to the bottom of the ocean, trapped there by unseen hands and watched by hidden eyes. Everywhere. It's everywhere. Like little insects, it crawls onto your body. Itchy, slimy, scaly legs. You want to scream, scream until your lungs burst, but in this fucked up fairy-tale, you have no voice. Just as if Ursula had taken it and used it to lure your prince charming away.

Its your own screaming that finally wakes you up, but youre not sure if that's a good thing. You glare at the sunlight that lights the bruises etched all over your body: another reason to hate the it.

"Tomorrow is just another day of hostile emotional fears.."

All because of you

I haven't slept in so long

And when I do

I dream

Of drowning in the ocean