Chapter 1: This is me
My life is a bottomless pit, one with no end and no escape. My name doesn't matter anymore I am not that girl anymore. It has been 6 years since I died. I am not really dead, I am emotionless. I mark that fateful day as my death it might as well be. I am not here, empty space constantly lost in memories and thoughts, drowning out the world. What is this mysterious day? You are not the first one to want to know. This day is the day that he left me, my reason for existence disappeared. I look at the calendar and cursed the day under my breath. I will always hate September 15th.
"People please put your hands together for Bella Swan!" Yelled a woman who sat on one of the plush couches in the middle of a living room like set. I walked slowly as the crowd roared in response. I stared over the packed audience as I walked over to the one of the couches next to the woman. The woman had a over botoxed face and heavy makeup, a too large smile was on her face as she played the poster child for corny TV shows. I waved to the crowd and attempted a smile as I sat down. The woman looked eager to start the show. Everyone looked anxious to start. This would be Bella Swan's first TV interview and everybody wanted to know what I did and how a young girl could sing of such depression.
"So Bella welcome to Hollywood Real Stories! I am of course Amy and I am dying to know EVERYTHING about you," I smiled weakly. She took this a cue to continue, "Bella you are so mysterious. You were a nobody until about a year ago. Such talent must have been know for a while. We want the whole story!"
"6 years ago I was left by my boyfriend. He was not just a boyfriend, we had talked about forever when we had talked about each other. He was handsome, beautiful, smart, strong, and he was one of the best piano players ever. He was and is the love of my life, my eternity." I spoke slowly so the crowd could drink this in.
"What was his name?" She was over eager when she asked this question.
"It was Edward." I was shocked I could even say the name without the hole ripping open again, but life had become so much less complicated without emotions. I almost wondered that if they came back maybe Jasper would be shocked, me being emotionless and all, but they weren't coming back. "He left me, I was heartbroken to say the least. I screamed and cried myself to sleep for months and 5 months after he left me I lost my voice permanently, that's what the doctors though. Meanwhile I was in therapy for suicidal thoughts." The audience hung on to my every word, completely spellbound. "I am completely sure that the only reason I did not kill myself that 1st year was that I was convinced he was coming back for me. After I lost my voice when I was in therapy I was convinced to write a Journal. But that was too personal for my to do. So to meet the expectations I wrote poems, my rough drafts for my songs. The poems helped relive the pain but it was never gone and I will never be. I realized as I reread the poems that they had a good count and I played them piano parts, from what I had learned from him. That was the time I started to try to sing again. When I was able to whisper little sentences again they put me in physical therapy. By the end of the therapy I had a voice 10 times more beautiful than the other ones. But in never really set out to record them. 2 years ago my father had a friend and his daughter over. When I played for them the daughter, Ellen White, a musical producer, gave me a deal. She would give a single and if it did well then I would get a album. And here I am now."
"Wow!" Said the lady named Amy. "Who would have thought that Hollywood's newest star had such a past! Now tell us about recording and being on tour for the first time. How was it?" Amy said. She could make a horror story into a Disney story I thought. The interview continued while She asked pointless and easy questions, I answered them all flawlessly giving the audience just what they wanted to hear.
It dragged on till it felt like years. I was always uncomfortable in public but this was worse. I was hugely relieved when the beefy director called "Cut!" I headed into the dressing room to take off the makeup and bad outfit. I changed into my sweats and scrubbed my face till it was red. Dressing up reminded me too much of Alice. Everything reminded me too much of them. Even the sunglasses that Rosalie would have loved almost broke my emotionless facade.
As I left the dressing room cameras flared in my face giving me eye spots. I tried to walk out to my car. I was Hollywood's misfit; you had to pressure me into wearing makeup and designer clothes, I lived in Charlie's house, I always drove myself everywhere. I breath a sigh of release as I reached the door to the studio. My freedom was short lived as the friendly secretary dragged me to the studio's backstage.
In the middle of the room stood the Producer, Director, and a Chef carting a huge cake that read 'Thank you Bella, Love Your Friends at E! News!'
"To a successful and ah-mazing show!" Said a Natalie Larkin, the shows producer, "We have just received our numbers and this show has had the most viewers of this and past season's! I would LOVE to thank Bella Swan! Girl get up here!!" I walked and as I reached her side a dozen cameras went off. I stood beside her and faced the rest of the crowd. "Bella would you do the honors?"
"I would love to!" I replied with false enthusiasm and with that I was handed the knife. I sank the knife into the cake
'How appropriate,' I thought, 'a cake for my death day!'
Disclamer: I don't own Twilight!
Hey! Hope you like this. This is my 1st story! The story will be like others Edward comes back but with a twist, Duh! It would be boring without one!
Love, Keelz
