Hello once again. I'm writing this mostly cause I need to get it out of my head. I have, however, taken the time to sit down and write out a plot and outline. So please tell me what you think and whether I should continue or not. IF I continue, the story would be comedy rather than the dark stuff you see here……just tell me what ya think. I am putting a LOT of RL in this and hope you enjoy.
Oh….and SMeyers owns the normal Twilight stuff….this story however….is 100% mine.
I stood in the parking deck, watching the Volvo leave for the last time, thinking that my life could never get any worse than what it was right now.
The past year of my life had been a total waste of time. I couldn't exactly place where everything had started to go wrong. Maybe it was when I accidently farted in the car causing him to gag. But that was unavoidable, it happens when I get nervous. Or it could have been when I kneed him in the balls when attempting to do it for the first (and only) time. Or maybe it his fault and I was just blaming myself. After all, he was the one who made the first move at that stupid summer camp. Not me.
Who knows? I could barely see the #55 on his vanity plate. It was dark and he was driving faster than he should be. I took a mental picture, knowing this was it. Forever to be remembered as a back of a Volvo with #55 license plate.
The pieces of my heart were breaking. They were splintering and tearing at my very soul. A hole now hung where my heart use to beat. The contents of my body pouring out through my chest; there went my lungs, followed by my brain and stomach. All of my sense had abandoned me. His smell was already fading from my memories, the green smell that had always meant my personal sun. The last thing I wanted to lose was his face. The warm smile, I had thought, he reserved just for me. Those last words lingering on a cloud in my mind, those words permanently embedded in what was left of my brain.
"I'm sorry Bella. I'm just…tired. Tired of fighting…... Tired of lying…... Tired of everything we have somehow become. I just……I can't see this…..us….. in my future any more. I'm sorry." Then he looked through me. He grabbed my chin and pulled me to him. There was something in his eyes. Pity? He slowly bent towards my face, placing his lips on mine. My own personal Judas giving me the kiss of betrayal. He dropped his hands to his sides. 'Goodbye.'
It was over. Not the kind of over that could possibly not be over. This was concrete. Solid. The type of unfaltering over that haunts you for the rest of your life. Finished. Complete. Like a book, with an ending that's not quite right.
I could feel the tears pouring over my face as I collapsed to the concrete floor. It's was cold against my skin and soothed me. There was a strange gasping sound coming from somewhere. The gasps were shallow and echoing throughout the parking deck. Someone was screaming 'Jacob'. I remember wishing whoever was making that sound would shut up; I should be the only one with a Jacob. There was something sticky running down the side of my face; it smelt of salt and iron. Too weak to rub the sticky substance away, I let it pool in my hair.
Amongst the shrieks was another sound. Something mechanical. I lay in a puddle of my blood while the sound draws near. Closer. Closer still. There was a ray of light shining on me now. The sounds were getting more defined as I strained to listen. There was screeching. A click. A slam. Softness against my face.
The softness was trying to talk to me, but I was too far gone.
Everything was black.
Everything was spinning.
3 And your clicking the green button…….now!