Me: Well, here's a little something else to keep my creativity flowing…it's about 2:50 AM, and I am hyped up on incense, sugar, popcorn, happiness, etc. Anyway, yeah…here you go.
Jasper: Onward!
Me: MINE!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight for if I did, I would be uberly hyper and bouncing off the damn walls. So be happy I do not.
Looking outside my windowpane,
The pitter patter resounds outside; the pitter patter of rain.
I pressed my hand against the cold glass,
Wondering how much of my life has passed.
Friends, lovers, family, possessions,
All, to me, are just deception.
I am walled up here,
And I can't help it I fear.
"Bella?" The doctor calls for me.
I yearn to run, to hide, to scream.
But I follow; unyielding,
Sometimes I wonder if these are emotions I am feeling.
I am the epitome of the emotionless bastard,
Waiting, for a life I have not yet mastered.
The room is white; all of them usually are,
The voice of the doctor, seems too far.
I can't hear what he says, no, I just don't want to,
He tries to tell me something is wrong, but who gives a fuck? Certainly not you.
"We all care," Carlisle, I believe he is called, says. "We want to help."
Help? HA! There isn't no help in the world for me,
"You can't help me, I am the one to make decisions, I am free."
I answered him with such a forceful nature, that surprised even me,
How the hell had I managed to come up with that so easily?
"Suicide is the not the answer, Bella." His voice is like a drone,
He is speaking so chronically; much like in monotone.
I can't hear him now, he is too far away,
I drift out of my mind, let it stray.
Think about the gun, and how I pulled the trigger,
To think I could have been dead if I didn't move my finger.
I wanted to die, I know I did, but they didn't understand why,
Do you have to have a reason to commit suicide?
I didn't think so, but that was my opinion alone,
His voice came louder to me, more alert, sending chills down to my bone.
"I will keep you here even longer, if that is what you want."
I stared at him, blankly, knowing that I wouldn't give a fuck if he did, stupid cunt.
I stood up from my chair, "Are we done here?"
Golden eyes locked onto mine, as he noticed all emotions in my eyes; extract the fear.
"Who did it to you? To make you want to die?"
Should I trust him, or should I lie?
I sat down again, looking at him sadly.
"You call him Chief Swan, I call him my daddy."
Me: Don't know where the hell that came from but yeah…reviews are accepted.
Jasper: WOO!
Elizabeth: *hyperventilating* Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.