I'm Not Stephenie Meyer.
Disenchanted
It was that dream again. I hated that dream. I was running down a sun parched highway. I could feel my skin burning, and the faceless men were chasing me. I was in my bulky high school uniform, and I knew that I'd be late for class if I didn't lose the faceless men. And here came the musical. Everything stopped, and they all pulled out top hats.
"Damn it." I cussed, as my legs gave out. The faceless men started to sing along to Blood by My Chemical Romance. I hated this part.
One of them leaned close to me, and grew Gerard Way's face.
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"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME YOU STUPID EMO!!" I screamed, and shot up off my bed like the girl from the exorcist.
Jasper stared at me in shock "Okay, I'll go." He ran out the door.
"No! Jasper!" I called after him pointlessly. He was gone. "Damn it." I got out of bed, and shuffled my way to the fridge. "Stupid My Chemical Romance scaring Vampire's away from me." I muttered while I grabbed a carton of milk out of the fridge. I sniffed it, and poured it into my glass. "Stupid Gerard Way and his adult acne." I continued as I padded into the living room, and sat down with my milk. It was three A.M. I had class in a few hours.
I sipped my milk, and spit it out right away, all over the living room, and Jasper who had just reappeared. "Okay!" He cried. "I get it! You don't like me!"
"No!" I exclaimed, but he was gone yet again. I looked at my lumpy milk, and frowned. Why did this always happen? Sour milk for my sour mood. I hate irony.
I deserved to be in a bad mood. I deserved to be miserable. I was mad at everything. Myself especially.
I felt fine, and it made me sick if that even makes sense. I wasn't sick after Jessy's funeral. I was always sick after funerals, but not this time. What was wrong with me?! Why wasn't I in my bathroom puking my guts out?! I was sick for not being sick. Did that mean I wanted Jessica dead?
The world started to turn in reverse at the thought. It was happening again. Just like before. Just like when Jacob died. Just like when I watch Jacob become a wolf.
I screamed in frustration, and threw the glass of milk at the wall. Then I threw the remote, then my lamp, then the couch cushions, the end table, the other end table and lamp, the painting that hung over my couch, smashed the TV, and a picture of my dad and I staring at the camera on prom night when I was forced to go with Tyler Crowley.
The kitchen was next. Glass shattered everywhere as I smashed and crashed through the shelves destroying everything.
Burn your life down. That saying made me smile as all the food in my cupboards went crashing to the floor. Someone was knocking on my door, but the sound was background music. Walking straight through the glass to my room, I hit the lock on the door. No one was going to ruin my fun.
My feet left bloody prints through my apartment. They made me laugh, and want to make more. Hand prints. I wanted to make hand prints like the ones Jessica and I made on Charlie's shed with paint when we were four.
The shards of glass were to small to do the job. I grabbed the carving knife out of its holder, and made two long slashes across both of my palms. The white walls ran with red as my hands trailed along the walls. I slapped the walls leaving more dramatic prints.
Soon I found myself in my bathroom, running the water on cold over me. My sight was cloudy, but I could feel someones presence in the room.
"Oooooops!" I giggled. "I forgot about the vampires!" At that, I started to laugh like crazy. The water was making me so cold, but not wet anymore.
"Oh Bella." someones pained voice sighed.
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I know a lot of people talk about hating the smell of hospitals, but to some people the industrial smell is a trigger to panic. Which was what I was doing at the moment. Panicking. My arms and legs were strapped to the uncomfortable hospital bed leaving me immobile.
My hands ached, and were wrapped in gauze, as were my feet. The hospital gown itched at my back and I wanted more than anything to rip it off.
People were talking outside the horrible room.
"She's unstable Mr..." the female voice trailed off.
"Cullen. Edward Cullen." Edward replied. James Bond much?
"You're Mr. Cullen?!" the woman screeched.
"His nephew." Edward lied. "And that's my fiance in there. Just let me in."
"Okay." the woman breathed. He was using his Edward charm. Fantastic.
The door opened, and Edward the Mennonite walked in. "Where's your beard?" I asked with a wry smile. He chuckled, and took off the wide brimmed hat.
"Oh Bella. Always the comedian." He sighed. His golden eyes looked unbearably pained.
"Would you mind telling me what I'm doing here?" I asked, and shook my hands to emphasize what I meant.
He looked away from me, and sat down heavily in a plastic chair by my feet. Edward was unnaturally still for a very long time. "Bella, you--you had a relapse."
My mind could process those words. "What?!"
"You couldn't handle another friend passing, so you..." he couldn't finish. His voice cracked near the end, and his head had dropped into his hands.
"Went crazy." I finished with a frown.
"There--there was so much blood, and I almost went insane myself!" He cried and shot his head up to look at me. "Why didn't you tell us?! Why didn't you tell Jasper how you felt?! Why couldn't he feel you Bella? Why can't I here you, and why can't Alice see you?!"
"What are you talking about?!" I cried. He took a deep breath, and lowered his gaze to the floor.
"I read minds, Alice see's the future, and Jasper feels emotions." He answered slowly. "But sometimes Jasper can't feel you. He gets great big waves of nothing. And I can't hear your thoughts. You're just one big blank spot on my radar. And Alice..." he trailed off. He was still again. Still, and in pain.
"What does Alice see?" I asked.
"All Alice see's when you're around is a girl standing on a cliff in a big robe that covers her face. And then the girl jumps." He met my eyes for onl a moment. "The girl is you."
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