Paparazzi
BPOV:
I bit down on my lip. My breath was nowhere near my lungs. It was like losing the ability to breathe, my brain screamed for me to inhale but the air wouldn't come.
The T.V. continued talking I ignored it. I shouldn't have gone to Forks with Edward. Maybe that would've prevented me from finding out.
My mom was dead.
"Breathe, Bella," I could hear Edward voice approaching me softly. He put his hands on my shoulders. I did what he said.
Inhale, exhale. I relished the relief that came with it. I took another shaky breath as Edward turned me around softly.
"I wish this didn't hurt so much." He murmured in my ears as he enveloped me in his arms.
I felt tears begin to fall.
But the man on the T.V. didn't stop the pain. "Mrs. Renee Swan was the mystery mom of our own Bella Swan. The woman was known as an alcoholic prostitute who sold her body in the streets of Bella's home town. She has died a couple of day ago from alcohol poisoning."
Edward turned the T.V. off and sat me down on his leather couch. He sat next to me. I arranged myself so I was strewn across his couch and my head lied on his laps. He stroked my hair softly.
I closed my eyes and relished the goose bumps I got. I shivered when his hand accidentally touched the skin on the back of my neck.
"Edward," I whispered.
"Yes," He replied to my pause.
"I…I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I'm sad but not as sad as a daughter should be." I frowned realizing what the feeling I felt was.
"I kind of pity her Edward."
He shifted me so I was on his lap. I looked up at him. He pressed his lips on to my forehead.
"Bella," He said. "It's okay if you're not sad. You and your mom never connected emotionally for a long time. And a sense of pity for her having died the way she did is a…beautiful thing to feel considering some people in your place would've been happy to hear she died."
I thought that through. "Or maybe she was right. Maybe I am a bad daughter."
He stubbornly shook his head. "No it isn't that. Never think that Bella." He stated firmly. I stared into his beautiful hazel brown eyes. They were melted and warm. How could he be so perfect…?
"Bella, would you like to do something in her honor?" He asked.
I looked off into the distance thinking it through. "I supposed I want to…I want to write her a song."
He smiled. "That sounds perfect."
I took a deep breath. "Okay let's do this."
EPOV:
Bella sat over the piano playing random notes and scribbling lyrics. I suggested notes and lyrics next to her, not sure of myself.
Bella was impressive in her musical skills and I admired her shined beauty through the wonder of the way she is. She was a good person. She tried to do what was right all the time. She did what was right all the time.
"There," She smiled. She traced words on the paper. "I think I'm done."
I nodded. I opened the piano lid. "I play, you sing."
She nodded and I began.
Silicone
Saline
Poison they inject me
and baby I'm a free bitch
I'm a free bitch
Some girl won't dance to the beat of a tribe
She won't walk away but she won't look back
She looks good but her boyfriends she's mess, she's a mess, mess, mess
Baby loves to dance in the dark
Because when he looks she falls apart
Baby loves to dance in the dark
Because when he looks she falls apart
Run, run under a kiss in the vampire bridge
The moon lights away while she's howling at it
She looks good but her boyfriend says she's a tramp, she's a vamp, she's a tramp and a vamp
But she still kills the dance
Baby loves to dance in the dark
Because when he looks she falls apart
Baby loves to dance in the dark
Because when he looks she falls apart
Caroline
Judy
Sodium
Tell them how you feel girls
Work your blonde
Rouse it hot like leberachi
Find your freedom in the music
Find your Jesus, find your Cupid
You will never fall apart Diana
you're still in our hearts
Never let you fall apart, together we'll dance in the dark
Baby loves to dance in the dark
Because when he looks she falls apart
Baby loves to dance in the dark
Because when he looks she falls apart
She loves to dance in the dark
She sighed as the piano ended it. She leaned on my shoulder and we simply sat there in silence.
A/N
Dedicated to my Uncle Efrain. A wonderful man put down but wrongful laws and cold treatment of bad people.