AN: Sorry for the slow review, will update sooner, promise! Got some more ideas, this is gonna be dark, Bella gets into a really dark place in New Moon, her family were the only ones that gave her reason for living, and even then…Jacob was the only one to really connect to her. A lot of this will be recounts, but I'll do my best to even it out.
Twisted Hopes
Silence. Only penetrated by my pounding heart. Was that why I was here, to muffle the pounding? I honestly didn't know. I could feel the icy water all around me, and as for y vision, there was only a haze of white.
I didn't see the light at the end of the road, the rainbow in the rain. I couldn't see anything past him. He took my heart, blurred my sights with visions of the future: Carlisle would've changed me, we would've been forever locked in bliss.
But as easy as he had given me that joy, he had snatched it away.
Brick By Boring Brick, by Paramore, pounded on the radio.
She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angels were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies
keep your feet on the ground
when your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle; bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba pow
So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Even though I was underwater, and the lyrics were barely audible, my heart tightened as I braced myself for the next lyrics. I scratched at my legs, half tempted to switch the song over.
She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angels were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies
keep your feet on the ground
when your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle; bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba pow
So one day he found her cry-...
Then all of a sudden, rough hands grabbed at my shoulders.'bellabellabellabellaBELLA!'
Black.
I spluttered…half of me glad, half disappointed.
All of me shamed for the latter half.
Black.
'BELLA! BREEAATHE! HONEY YOU HAVE TO BREATHE!'
Black.
I could hear voices…sirens, so quickly? I opened my eyes, only to find I had to squint, it was so bright.
'Bella! You're alive!'
No. No I wasn't. Not really. Deep down, I felt like sobbing.
Mere hours later, I found myself here in the white room. Strapped to a bed. I panicked. Freaking out. Screaming, turning, sobbing. That was when they discovered the scars on my wrists. They gave me all this medication, 'till I was right doped up. It was fine, almost. I made a friend, Anya. She sees things. Like spirits. She never told me what it was she saw around me. I only see her a couple of times, but still, someone who connects with me. God knows Charlie's tried. René's tried. Phil's tried. But I could never tell them the truth.
Edward was a vampire.
Because of that, my life will never be the same again.
R&R people!! Anya 'cause I LOVE Buffy! x] TWO chapters in the one night you lucky devils :O Nahh, i'm just kidding. =]