Ms. Brightside

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I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all

Rosalie stared from her perch outside Bella's window as Edward tucked Bella into bed. That should be her. Ugh, why can't she just stop this lunacy. She belonged with Emmett. She should stay in her place, and not care about a weak human like Bella. Rosalie thought to herself,"Keep calm, gotta' behave yourself if you ever want a chance." Of course, that was a ridiculous. She didn't have any chance. Why should she control herself? What was the point of holding onto the branch in her tree top perch?

It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

She remembered that insanely exhilarating, wonderful second in time. She had been so angry at Edward, because he had what should be hers. She had gone right up to Bella, intending to put the blame on her for some illegitimate reason. She had gotten right up to her, and lost control completely. Bella didn't respond, but she didn't pull away, at least not for about 5 seconds. When she realised what she was doing, she pulled away and ran at a speed almost to fast for a human. It was that kiss that pushed her over the edge. It started a slight 'obsession', you might say.

Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head

Rosalie tried to close her eyes, but images she would prefer not to see swam behind her eyelids. She was imagining it much worse than it really was. In her head, Bella was not curled up and asleep, but instead getting extremely... intimate, with Edward. She opened her eyes, but she still saw what had been in her head when she closed her eyes. Her stomach had a sour feeling in it... it felt like it had the first time she drank the blood of a caribou, overly tangy and sickening.

But she's touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go
I just can't look its killing me
And taking control

In Rosalie's mind Bella had long been relieved of clothing and she was sitting with her hand on Edward's chest. She looked like the happiest human on Earth, which was what hurt Rosalie the most. She couldn't take it anymore. It was killing her, and making her lose all control. She was a jealous wreck, and she had to get away. But she just couldn't leave.

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Cause I'm Ms. Brightside

She was shaking violently and her unnecessary breathing was ragged. She needed this in a sick way though. She had a habit of getting her way, so that must have been her reason for chasing what she couldn't have. Now she knew what Edward meant when he called Bella the forbidden fruit. You can't have it, so you want it.

Thanks for reading. I didn't do the whole song this pairing is so little known, I decided I would just do the first bit. 5 reviews and I may continue!