Title: Oxygen
Author: Edwardlover2013
Summary: Everything was all planned out for them. They would live happily together forever, right? Never the answer when parties and drinking gets involved. All Human, OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, nor do I own Oxygen by Jesse McCartney.
Song: Oxygen by Jesse McCartney
*OXYGEN*
He was my everything – the only thing that kept me standing up straight. I could always count on him to be there when I needed a shoulder to cry on, or someone to laugh with me. He was my life. Was my life, though. Past tense can really be a bummer. I thought we were meant to be together forever. He was my childhood friend, my high school friend, my college friend, and then he was my lover. He was the one that s cared away all the guys from even talking to me, because he wanted to be my only "male" friend. I still thought he was jealous, but he always denied it.
Edward and I used to live next to each other when we were young kids. Our parents thought that they could play matchmaker, and get us together. They used to make different accessories that had our names combined together representing love. Edward and Isabella. It did have a cute ring to it. Though however hard I tried to deny the feelings of warmth, and completeness whenever I was near him, I didn't work. His love for me, and vise versus was the thing that kept me whole. To know that someone loves you is the best feeling in the world.
Some say that high school relationships don't last. I disagree though. We got together freshman year, and it was history in the making after that. Sophomore year was interesting to say the least. We had every class together, and there was no way we could keep our hands away from each other. Some of the teachers thought our relationship was cute, but some also got annoyed. Our biology teacher, Mr. Molina, separated us to the opposite sides of the classroom. That didn't keep us from watching each other with love in our eyes during movie days.
Junior year was a difficult patch in our relationship. We had US History together, and that was the only class. We were able to enjoy lunches with each other, but I still felt like it was not enough. We both started taking classes that would help us further our involvement in what we wanted to be when we grew up. Edward wanted to follow in his father's footsteps, and be a world-wide known doctor. I was still undecided, but I stuck to the English department. We saw each other in the hallways, where we would sneak off to the side of the hallway, and embrace each other, and share a quick kiss before we went on our own ways again. Edward would also drive me to and from school every day in his baby – his Volvo. I always laughed when he came up with a different name for his car.
Senior year was laid back, and peaceful. The seniors above us graduated, and left in a hurry. That made us king and queen of the school. Senioritis was surly a big case that we all developed as our graduation date neared. I still kept up with my grades, and was in the top percentage of our graduating class. The town of Forks, Washington was not a big place, so in that case, there was not a lot of students enrolled in Forks High School. Our graduating class consisted of a little less than three hundred students. As summer started to loom, I also noticed a change in attitude of Edward. He started to slack. He would not do his homework sometimes, his grades were dropping, and he sometimes forgot to call me at night. I hated that part. I would stare out my window at night since our bedroom windows were across from one another, and would always see the blinds drawn. I had been to the Cullen residence more times that I could count, and I knew that Esme, Edward's mom, would always have him open his blinds in the morning. I was starting to dread what was going to happen in the future. We have been together for almost four years now, and I thought we were past the misjudgment against one another, but I was starting to believe that he didn't love me anymore.
When we graduated I noticed that the light in his bright green eyes had disappeared. He no longer had his beautiful smile on his face, but it was now replaced with a devious, and cruel smirk. He was up to something, and I couldn't figure out if it was good or not. Either way, I knew I was going to be hurt in the long run. Instead of joining our family for the graduation party that our parents set up for us, he decided to go to the party down at La Push. I sat in the living room, that same night, staring at my phone, willing it to ring. I jumped when it started to buzz. Edwards name appeared on the front screen.
"What," I said rather nastily.
"Baaaabbyy, wh.. what's up," He slurred into he phone. Of course he would be drunk. He would let all of his built up walls crash down at one party.
"I am going to hang up on your drunken ass in a second," I mumbled. I could hear laughter in the background along with loud, obnoxious music. Screams, yells, and laughter could be heard over the music.
"Wait," He hiccupped, "I need you to come get me, babe." Sighing, I took a peak at the clock. It was quarter after midnight. Without replying, I hung up, grabbed my coat, and raced downstairs. When I got down to the landing, I saw my dad, Charlie, or better known as Chief of police, shrugging on his uniform, and grabbing his proper weapons.
"I have to go break up the party down at La Push," he explained. I started laughing.
"Funny, because I have to go pick Edward up," I murmured. I grabbed the keys to the old truck, and took off to the party before my dad.
Edward was strolling around in the parking place where dozens of cars were all packed in. He saw me driving up, and got out of the way, but only made himself trip and fall on his backside. Laughing, I hopped out of the truck, helped Edward to his feet, and helped him walk to the passanger side door.
The air was tense on the ride home, since neither of us said a word to each other. I finally heard Edward snoring from the other side of the cab, and I saw him slide over, and rest his head on my shoulder. Shaking my head, I let him sleep, until we pulled into his driveway. As soon as I pulled in, his father, Carlisle, and his older brother, Emmett, walked out and helped get Edward into the house. I told Carlisle to just have Edward call me when he woke up tomorrow and was sober. Let's just say that the call was not nice, and ended up us hanging up on one another. I had no clue what was happening. All I know, was that I did not know this Edward. He was the bad boy, the non-caring boy, not my sweet and lovable Edward.
"Baby, you're a star, I'm rollin' out the red carpet for you on the floor (on the floor) 'Cause anything and everything I'm gonna give you when you come to my door. And I make you the air I'm taking without you I'm suffocating I can't let you go, 'Cause everything else I don't need around me I been hooked since you found me Baby, look how I'm diving below."
He was my living and breathing supplier. Without him I had no clue what I would do. That was what happened our first year of college. Edward promised me that he would change, but he never did. All he did was party harder. I never saw him anymore. We both attended the same local college, which was famous for its parties, and drugs. I warned him to not get involved, and he shrugged it off. But here we are, broken hearted all because of that wedge that was pushed between us. I couldn't stand it anymore, and nor could he. I wanted to be recognized for my knowledge, and hopefully, my novel that should be published soon. It was all about a life or happiness, which turned to heartbreak because of a stupid mistake. Sounded familiar. If only he had not gone to that party, and if I had only been a more supporting and encouraging girlfriend to help him get back on the right track.
"Girl you are my (Oxygen) Girl you are my (Oxygen) Girl you are my (Oxygen) Ohh Girl you are my (Oxygen) Girl you are my (Oxygen) Girl you are my (Oxygen) Yeah Girl you are my oxygen Yeah Without you don't think I could live No 'Cause baby on you I depend Yeah Girl you are my oxygen Wohh."
When he broke up for me, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't function right, I couldn't think right, and I could make the right decisions. My grades started to drop, and my attitude became one of lonesome. When any of our friends tried to lift my spirit, I would just shake my head, and not speak. He was the one and only that could make me happy, and free.
I haven't spoken to Edward in over two weeks now. I see him everywhere, though. Every single time, it breaks my heart. He is all smiles, and laughter, while I am forlorn of my loss. Five years for absolutely nothing. I was imagining a family with him, children, and a gigantic house with a white picket fence. Maybe even a guard dog to keep me and my children safe when Edward does long hours at the hospital. It was all shattered though. Everything that we worked for, ruined.
"What good are money and clothes and million dollar homes if I ain't got you around, 'Cause see the thought of you gone leavin' me here all alone the tears start rollin' down, Wanna kiss your finger tips and your lips baby it's somethin' I can't live without, 'Cause everyone else around don't mean a thing I got everything I need baby in your love I'm swimmin' now."
Back then, he used to spoil me every day. Clothes, shoes, chocolates, the whole nine yards would be sitting in my room waiting for me. He was so sweet back then. As time passed, he stopped buying me stuff. Don't get me wrong, I love all of those precious gifts, but I only ever needed his love. I felt it four years ago, but the last year, it had disappeared. Kissing him to the point that we were out of breath was the highlight of my day. The feeling of his soft, warm lips moving against mine was a dream. Just like his love, his affections toward me also stopped the past year. All I ever wanted was for him to love me for the rest of eternity.
Sitting here in my dorm room, darkness was surrounding me, I never felt so vulnerable in my life. My dorm room friends were all out at a frat party, drinking and having fun with each other, while I was here, alone. That all I will ever be anymore. Alone. Maybe that was how I was supposed to end up as. No one loved me anymore, at least, not the one person I wanted. One of my friends had texted me a minutes ago, saying they saw Edward, with a blonde, at the party. Those were the words that broke me. He moved on, he found someone to replace me. I was never good for him, anyways.
The silver reflection of the knife I held in my hand shined with the small amount of light that shone from the closed curtain. The horizon was such a sight to see here. I used to always watch the sun go down, every night. Edward would be there with me, and he would hold me tight to his chest. I could feel the sensation of him wrapping his arms around me still, but I knew it was just a memory. Edward was at the party, moving on from me.
I sat down on my bed, and brought the knife to my wrist. I held it above my wrist, not piercing the skin yet. Edward face washed in front of me, yelling at me. I could hear him saying to not do this, to rethink it. He was the one that pushed me to do this. He was the one that forgot about me, the one that moved on, and the one that ruined me. I had everything set up for us. I looked down at the knife, engraved with his initials; EAMC. He gave it to me when I turned sixteen. He always wanted me to have it if I was ever in trouble.
Baby, you were my oxygen…
A/N: Okay so just a quick one shot, not sure if it may develop into a second part. Depends on what you guys think! I know it has been a long time since you guys heard from me, and I am also disappointed in me. It all started with a mistake should be finished soon, so keep checking for that one. But thank you to all of my readers for your love a support! You guys are awesome! Drop me a review of if you liked this one!
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