Some of us are addicted to Twilight and some of us like Twilight and some of us simply hate Twilight. I don't hate Twilight, but I don't love it either.
Actually, I don't own any merchandise besides the four books and that's saying something. I think.
Anyways, enjoy and this goes out to those obsessed. And I'm actually very surprised I got ANY reviews. Thank you to all of you who reviewed with how obsessed you are. It seems I'm posting a chapter once a year. Ha. Anyways, it's all of you guys that have me writing- so thank you! I think I've got a few crazy scenarios in my head about Twilight- including a dream and a convention to end this series. Probably four chapters for this series after this one and no it will not take another year! Not the greatest thing I've ever written but it's cute.
"Just think how happy you would be if you lost everything you have right now, and then got it back again."
"We are not finished here yet, young lady," mom seethed, clutching my Twilight book in her small arms. She pointed to... the wall. The wall is something sacred to me, but to mom, it's a horrifying, disgusting, money-wasting, trash bin-worthy sanctuary. The wall was a basic wall just covered in posters. All Twilight, excluding Cedric Digory, of course. What else would be up there? "Those must all go!"
My legs went weak, my lungs shrank and my heart, I knew it, my heart stopped! Not the Edward whispering sexy-nothings into my ear heart-stop, but the Edward's leaving heart stop! "Mom," I quietly whined, clutching my Edward pillow against my chest and resting my chin upon it in angst. I let a pout fall onto my lips. "Please, you-u can't."
"Shh. Just do it." Mom's voice was tight as she spat out her vile words. She pointed to the wall, her fingers quivering and smoke blowing out her ears. "I expect to see those damn things down soon. And take those ridiculous contacts out of your eyes; you don't even need glasses." And with that she left the room, slamming my door in the unholy process.
I concentrated taking careful steps to my wall. Really, in reality, I believe I was stalling. I knew if I didn't take them down, my mother would. And shouldn't be nice about it. "Well, goodbye Edward, Jacob, Rose, Bella, Esme, Carlise, Jasper, Emmett you teddy bear, Alice and the rest of you dogs," I whispered to myself, pressing a hand to each of my posters. Tears filled the brims of my eyes. I sighed and began to rip down my La Push boy's posters down one by one, nearly yelling out in disgust for myself. As I came to Jacob, it took all I had in me to reach up and carefully fold him away.
When I came to the Cullens' a knock at my door pulled me away. "Come in," I cried, carefully wiping the mascara from my face. I knew my make-up was running and I could feel it hardening onto my pale cheeks.
I turned to see my mother followed by a woman half her age, dressed in a black business suit. The woman's red hair was pinned to the back of her head with small pieces of her scarlet-colored hair framing her heart-shaped face. Her lips were dark red and her eyes, lined in brown eyeliner, were a sharpened and painful emerald green. Edward. She was lanky and tall but in human terms, beautiful. Hell, she'd make a fabulous vampire.
"Hi, Megan. I'm Doctor Wilson." She smiled, flashing her white teeth in a painful, heartfelt smile.
My mother smirked at me and my silence. "Megan, be nice and say hello."
"Hello," I spoke, trying to hold back tears as I tenderly held Jacob in my arms and sat on the end of my bed, sniffling.
Mom moved to cover me from Doctor Wilson's view, her ass in my face. She gestured to the posters lying on my bed and to the wall. "I was just having Megan put these posters away like you asked me too earlier on the phone. As you can see... she's a little over obsessive."
The Doctor shook her head, smiling sickly at my mother. "Trust me, I've seen worse. Much worse." The Doctor pondered my room a bit, scanning the shelves and raking over my walls. "It seems your daughter is only a level two- from what I can see. Truth is that sometimes it's hard to tell until you've fully had some one on one contact. So, if you could please excuse us, Patricia."
My mom shuffled her small feet to the door and bid the doctor goodbye.
Once the door had closed, I let out another stifled cry and got up to begin gathering my posters and hugging them to my chest. It didn't matter if the doctor had seen me. She was the cause of my pain and I wanted her to know that she tore me apart.
"Don't worry, Megan." Doctor Wilson, if that really was her name, came to sit on my bed, her pale skin and bright red hair catching my eye. If we were in the Twilight universe, I'm sure we'd have our perfect Victoria, right here. Blood sucking, gorgeous, red-head...
I turned to face Doc Wilson and let out a scream and fell back onto my carpeted floor. Her face had been unbelievably too close to my own. I knew it, she was here to kill me! Not take away Twilight painfully but to suck me dry and hunt the other Bella Swan's of the world. "What are you doing," I managed to yell, furiously, sitting up and scooting back until my back painfully hit the drawers of my desk.
"We can't let them know, that's the secret," Victoria whispered, hanging off of the bed. "First you convince them that you're the best out there then you take over! They hire you to make teenagers look normal, but on the inside they're still the same!" The Doctor laughed in a maniacal manner and crawled closer to me, until she had me pressed even more painfully back against my desk. Her face was inches from my own. Maybe I was bleeding...and she smelt it! And she wanted to eat me! "It always works, don't you see?"
"What are you talking about?" I demanded in a furious, confused tone.
Victoria laughed again, but this time throwing her head back in a highly amused presentation. "You see- I'm here to cover up your love. Not get rid of it. It's people like you who give writers drive! Taking people like you away from reviewing, story writing, fan-letters and PMing would just be terrible for all those online authors and the real authors! Without you, we wouldn't have all of our marvelous pieces of fiction!"
My breath was labored with lack of space this crazy lady was giving me. "Excuse me? Wait- you're here to help me? How the hell did you get past my mother? I swear to god she can smell a Twilighter from a mile away!"
Doc laughed once again and moved back to my bed. A sweet smile was on her face as she took Jacob into her hands. Her head tilted to the side and her hands- my heart stopped for the second time today. She is Victoria.
Jacob laid in half on my floor and all I could do was stare at him. No, no, no. This wasn't happening. Not Jacob!
Victoria grunted while looking down at him and moved to the next poster on my bed. The sounds of ripping were faintly familiar but I couldn't look up from my poor Jacob- broken, in half, cold. My poor Jake.
The rest of the wolves joined him and soon the Cullens were being ripped from my walls torn in half, Cedric even managed to join them- although he was dead in the series I still felt like Victoria killed him. And I remained silent as Victoria continued to suck me dry. I suddenly hated my room, my once heaven, and it's bare walls- it's ugly white walls. I'd have to paint them- red like the color or this Victoria's hair, brown like the color of Jake's eyes or green like the woods of Washington.
Once Victoria had finished with my posters, she pulled out a card -white like my walls- with a name, e-mail and cell number on it and dropped it upon a half-y Jasper and opened the door to call for my mother.
I could here my mother's slow, deadly pace head for the door and finally, after so much debate, gave her a Twilight role as the Volturi. She played every deadly and cruel creature in that terrible group. It was all white noise that the Volturi made with Victoria and suddenly they were both gone and I was left with scraps of paper and in possible critical shock.
Inside, I was dead. Torn to pieces. Not a single word of Fan Fiction, not a even a review could make me whole again. It's like this woman knew how to pull at my heart strings, how to break me down like no other. It was like she knew...me...
She knew me for me. Her gorgeous emerald eyes, dazzling red-colored hair, her white gleeming teeth and her deadly smile. How had I not seen it? Her body just screamed, 'bitch.'
She was a bitch, my mother was officially the Volturi... and I was the broken girl, crying over crumpled; torn; colored paper. What happening to me?
Yes, we all lose faith once. I feel like I'm writing about religion. Hm.