Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Paparazzi, they are merely references.
A/N: This story was written out of impulse, feeding my inspiration was the 2009 VMA performance of Paparazzi by Lady GaGa.
Heartbeat
To hear it, to smell it, to taste it, the feeling of love. To feel like your floating on air, you feel like you have no body, just a soul. She breathes in the sweetness of it all, ignorant to all that is to come, she doesn't care, she's happy for once. She's in a dream, fantasizing about how to tell the one she loves the truth. Negative thoughts fill her mind, but for some reason they make her even more high. She can't concentrate, she is blind to the world around her. She walks through it in a trance, staring at the glittering mirrors reflecting her perfect life back at her. Smiling she is greeted with shimmering lights. Closing her eyes, she lets her thoughts carry her through the day, relying on her dreams to will her to her destiny. She repeats their name over and over, feeling closer to them each time it escapes her lips. She is happy and nervous, she replays the moment over and over in her mind, planning each detail. She is in her element, the future.
Still ignorant to how this world operates.
She marks herself with her feelings, but she starts to feel something's wrong. She erases it and ignores her brain trying to save her, her heart has other plans. She feels like dancing, feels like shouting to the sky. She feels empowered like she can do anything. But yet she still feels skeptical, like she doesn't belong in this world. Again she dismisses it, feeling it's natural.
The first crack in the mirror appears.
She sighs happily as the time draws near. She is without protection, her heart exposed. She misses the first opportunity and starts to rethink her decision. Maybe it was a sign, an omen.
The second crack develops.
She starts to worry, maybe this isn't right. But she decides to take a chance. She's about ready to reveal her thoughts when something freezes her, her smile hardens. He belongs to another. Her heart feels wet, she breathes slow steady breathes. The knife smashes the mirror, creating a domino effect on the others. She fights not to cry, but the tears make their way down her face as she acts happy. On the inside she is being pulled a million different directions by invisible forces, trying to escape the destruction. A small red stain appears on her chest.
She looks down in shock, placing a hand on her heart. She cries for help, but goes unnoticed, the forces make themselves visible, dressed in white they guide her away. She looks down at the broken glass as she walks by them, fragments of her life now lost to her. The blood starts to roll down her stomach, crimson red and warm. She stains her hand and smears it on her face, relishing in the taste. She falls to her knees, her chest feeling hollow. The men and women silently examine her and one man picks her up and they gracefully dance her over to a black cable, hanging from the ceiling. The lights are dimmed and crystals on a chandelier and embedded in the walls reflect a rainbow, they lay her down and two tie the end of the cable to her wrist, while the others watch and pray.
Her eyes glaze over.
She screams once.
She is lifted into the air. Everything goes red and the people dressed in white raise their blood smeared hands to the sky. Her face is blank, like a broken doll with her mouth hanging open slightly and her eyes, wide open, stained with blood. A bright light chases the white demons away. She is left there, a shell of her former self. The world stops to stare in wonder. The Monster had taken another victim. People could only watch as her life ended before their very eyes.
Her heartbeat slowed and eventually faded.
What do you think? Constructive Criticism is very welcome.
~Fyre-Mizt~