So, I'm trying to finish Famous Last Words, and…it's not working. I wrote this a while back without Twilight in mind, hence all "she/he-ness" I understand that this is choppy and repetitive, but this is how it came to me. So, please enjoy and review.
"Two to one Static to the sound of you and I Undone for the last time, And there this was, Hiding at the bottom of your Swimming pool some September, And don't you think I wish that I could stay, Your lips give you away I can hear it, the jet engine. Through the center of the storm. And I'm thinking I'd Prefer not to be rescued" Jack's Mannequin "Rescued"
Goodbye Love
"No!" he roared.
She flinched back in fear and hurt. "Please…just one. Before you go," she said, brokenly.
"I can't," his voice broke as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Why are you doing this? Just…please. Why?"
"I don't… I don't have to explain myself to you. You're with him," he jabbed.
She shut her eyes slowly and tried to breath with no success. She felt his hand on her cheek and she leaned into his touch, a habit. She shook as he stroked her face and she smiled as she felt the shock his fingers brought with them.
She opened her eyes to see his dark orbs hooded with anguish. He ripped away from her and he took her breath with him. She stumbled behind him and dropped her head to his back as he stopped abruptly. She grabbed his shoulder and caressed his hair.
"Goodbye love," she whispered brokenly.
That was all it took. He tore away from her and ran.
She held her hand up long after he was gone.
And then she fell to the floor. Not crying. Not moving. Just staring. She felt nothing, saw nothing.
Some hours or days later she felt a hand on her.
"Oh, baby, he still loves you. He's a man. He's afraid," drawled the voice of his sister.
She said nothing in return as Alice helped her up and started to her house.
"No! Please," she whimpered.
"Oh, right," Alice said, "I guess we'll go to your man's house."
"No…I wanna go to my house," she said, her voice monotone.
"Okay…I'll stay with you."
"No…I don't want people. I want him," she grabbed her sides in her pain.
"Let's get you home," Alice looked down worriedly.
…
For three days Alice stayed with her.
There was no talking. They was only watching. Waiting.
Finally, on the third day she asked, "Why?"
Tears streamed down her face. Alice scurried to her, relieved. She wanted her to finally feel something. Not be so numb and statue, like. It wasn't healthy.
"Why did he go? Tell him to stay. I won't do it ever again," she whispered incoherently.
Alice squinted and tried to think of an answer that would suffice.
"Honey, he was hurt. He was-is scared. He needs time. You hurt him. He's broken."
"I'm broken! He hurt me. I want him. Please. Call him," she had a crazed, hungry look in her brown eyes.
"I'll-I'll try."
She sat back and closed her eyes.
Alice ran to the kitchen and grabbed her phone.
It rang twice and went to voicemail. No greeting.
She tried three more times and on the fourth time he answered.
"Where. The. Hell. Are. You." She gritted out.
"Why does it matter?" he asked and Alice's throat ached at the way he said it.
"You know why," she replied, "She's broken. She can't do it. She's sat here for almost week doing nothing but asking for you."
"She has Jake," he murmured.
"No…you know that that's not true. She's never had Jacob like she's had you. She doesn't love him," she reasoned.
"Tell Black that." He answered as he ran a hand through his tousled hair.
"Stop being an ass and come to her. She's lost and scared and alone. She wants you. She loves you."
"I… can't," he whimpered brokenly.
"Is that him?!" she sprinted in and grabbed the phone.
"No!" Alice yelled.
"Please," she begged, "Come back. I want you. I need you. I love you." She was hyperventilating, her broken sobs creating a disjointed rhythm.
He felt a tear escape. He wiped it away angrily and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"No," he said, hoarsely and he hung up.
Strange? Yes. Interesting? Well, that's for you to know and me to find out. Reviewit:)