The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 23
Pen name: anythingzombie
Pairing: Darkella/Crazyella
Rating: T
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The wind pricked my skin, an icy, familiar touch that I couldn't help but register correctly. I knew who it reminded me off, but my body and mind had grown too numb to care, too dead to succumb to how I used to feel. This wasn't the first time my body ached for an echo of how I used to feel; an echo of him. Cut it certainly wasn't the last, a feeling that I always dread-the feeling of remembrance.
"Isabella," his voice whispered. It was attached to the cold wind, but I knew it really wasn't him. Once again, I knew this feeling even though my body didn't care to feel. I was a flightless bird these days, grounded to the earth that seemed so loud and vibrant.
I ignored the world, though, as it ignored me in return. It was easier this way. It had always been easier this way.
"Isabella." The name lingered in my ears, a libido of shockwaves making its way throughout my limbs. I bit my lip in anguish, only knowing that these feelings were just ghosts.
"I'm scared," he had once said to me, three words that had executed everything that I was so sure about.
"Don't be," I replied back to the wind. "You're safe now, and so am I."
There was no response. There never was. I let out a breath and opened my eyes. They begged to stay shut, but after minutes of keeping my mind from anywhere but the present, I knew I had to come back to the place where I had found sanctum, or better yet, where sanctum had found me.
"Isabella," a nurse with stale, blonde hair called out, letting me know it was time. I got up to my feet, the cold touching my bare legs. As I walked away from the spot I had been sitting in, I noticed that my body had crushed the green beneath me, making it look weak and helpless. I smiled and continued onward, back into the prison that I had welcomed into my life.
The bodies that lingered here had become unnoticed through my eyes; they were just walls. It was easy to ignore them, to ignore everyone and anything. I had nothing to live for anymore, and by this I was able to see the world how I wanted to see it: blank, barren, silent, and hopeless. It was how I felt inside, and to have a piece of land that was compatible with me made my life much easier to live in.
It had been years that I've lived like this, and it had been years since I last saw him. Time was turning, and it was time for me to move on. As I walked through the old, familiar halls on the asylum, I couldn't help but to feel a small smudge of relief. I had called this place my home for many years, and to find myself anywhere else sent a shiver of independence and fear down my spine. I came to a stop at my room. Four walls of white and dust, a bared window and a squeaky, twin sized bed. I had to be honest, I'd miss it.
I removed my suitcase from underneath the bed, which had been provided by the hospital, and left the room. I didn't look back once, even though I itched to do so. As I made way to the doors which would lead me to my new life, I couldn't help but finally open up to the world I had been living in for the past five years. Screams, panic, paranoia and want seemed to radiate from the other patients. Some stared at me as they realized I would soon be on the outside. Freedom, they seemed to think. Why not me? My entire time here I hadn't spoken to anyone but the nurses. I couldn't feel any sympathy towards the others who had been stuck in this place.
It was just me now.
Me versus the world.
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I flicked the lighter, a spark escaping the plastic and metal as the soon to be flame gasped for air. The fire was an addiction to stare at, ironic because it fed my addiction—lit my addiction. It was what I needed to suffice my happiness and peace, but I couldn't quite get to that part, not yet. My thumb traced of the revolving metal, new embers arriving into my sight. I played with them, taunting my braveness as I put my palm above the flame.
It hurt, that was one thing I couldn't deny. But it also caused pleasure, which drove me mad. I let out a breathy laugh and lit my cigarette. The fresh, delicious taste of nicotine coated my lungs and I exhaled immediately, a cough escaping my lips as if it had been a captive. I couldn't avoid taking another drag, so I did that and immediately rejoiced in it.
"Isabella," a soft yet harsh voice spoke. I turned to my left and spotted Esme standing in the door way of my new, bright room, a box full of random objects in her arms.
"Yes?" I answered.
She frowned a bit. I could see the anguish in her eyes—the guilt. "I know it's your first day out and all, and I know you feel that new fresh wave of freedom, but there's rules here. And you can't smoke, at least, not inside. Maybe if you could…?"
I didn't let her finish. I immediately sat up on the bare bed and I exited the room, cigarette in between my lips. I blew a puff of smoke into her delicate face, my eyes glaring. Her head dropped and I disappeared from the house.
While standing in the back yard, I listened in on the conversation that was being held somewhere not too far from me.
"She's mad, Carlisle. I don't think she should have been let out of there," a young voice whispered callously.
"Edward, she's well enough to be back home," Carlisle defended.
"Yeah, her home, not ours! She tried to kill me, Dad, and she would have if it weren't for Emmett nearly killing her in return, and he's dead for that!"
I could mentally see the grief in Carlisle's eyes.
"I know, but she was ill then. Things have changed, even the doctors-"
Edward cut him off, "What if she's not? What if she's just as insane as she was then? What if she's just been playing good-girl this entire time? She's not stupid, Dad, she knows what she's doing. All the more reason to keep her locked up if you ask me."
"Well, I'm not asking you!" Carlisle growled. "She stays, Edward, and there's nothing you can do to stop her from being a part of this family."
Carlisle rounded the corner of the house and his eyes touched mine, a gentle grin breaking way on his face.
"She killed your son! What makes you think she won't kill me or anyone else next?" Edward shouted as he, too, came face-to-face with me.
The blonde, overly trusting man turned towards his son.
"We'll speak no more of this. You should be going to school now."
He disappeared inside after smiling once more at me, a small disapproval glare for the smoking, though. I stood up and crushed the cigarette with my boot. I smiled at Edward as he stared at me with what seemed to be anger and fear.
I walked over to him, noticing how he took a step back with each step I took. I put my hand on his chest and I knew if he wasn't so petrified, he would have jumped ten feet in the ear. With my right hand I wrapped it around his neck, bringing his face closer to mine. I smiled wickedly and kissed his nose, enjoying the sound of him swallowing. I pressed my lips against his cheek, placing chaste kisses on his reddened flesh until I reached his ear.
"We're going to be great friends, Edward, and this time I won't let you get away. Emmett was smart to be scared, and you should be, too."
