Wake Me Up?
Weird Fishes/ Arpeggi by Radiohead for the first part.
Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars. Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are. As my memory rests but never forgets what I lost, wake me up.
Turn me on, turn me off. Turn me off, turn me on.
When a baby is born, you know the world won't end anytime soon. When it's your baby in your arms solemnly gazing up at you, you're sure God means for the world to go on. Then when someone dies and it's your friend lying motionless in the dirt, moments seem to trickle past one by one. So slow, but leading the way along a broken path to a point.
That's the point where you die and lie satisfactorily under treaded land. You did what you could, you loved who you did and you got some of the things you wanted. That was your end; soon that'll be everything's end, whether it likes it or not.
And if that doesn't happen, if you can never sleep after that long day, you know something's wrong. You feel there's nothing for you; you feel like nothing; Like a never-ending maze, an empty jug of water, air-sunlight-sand.
*
Bella remembered the time she was six years old, sitting on the wooden floor of her mother's dressing room. She was looking at her parents' wedding album, when they were young, beautiful and in love. They looked so happy, she had thought. And she was mature enough, even at that time, to know that even if they were in their graves, she shouldn't want them to come back. They had been happy, and left when they were called.
No one should wish for that to be reversed.
"BELLA!" A loud cry cut through her thoughts. "Bella?" A tall young man walked into her room. He grinned mischievously and halted in the doorway, surveying his surroundings momentarily. He spotted Bella, propped against the side of her bed.
"Reminiscing again? About some scarred childhood or what? "He asked, folding his arms; His eyes twinkled good-naturedly.
"Hey Hayes." She said returning his grin. She got up from the floor and walked to the mirror, running a hand through her wild brown hair. "Back from Egypt already? Or was it Morocco?"
"Italy actually. I had an irrepressible craving for pasta. Red sauce. And you, I believe, have been living in this," He paused – and continued, after a brief yet austere silence, "hole."
She noticed the evident disparity in their lifestyles, shown by his casual yet expensive attire, compared to her dreary, ill used jeans. Ironic; Last year both were vacationing in Milan – living a rich life.
"I need money. And I know you have it because you're wearing an incredibly gay Gucci belt. You look retarded." Bella smiled slightly as she ran her eyes over him.
Jasper Hayes was the only vampire around who could actually skip from archaeology to astronomy to business in six decades with an ear-to-ear grin on, more money in his pocket than the number of stars in the sky.
They'd met on the streets in China. Hayes was a self-exploring, funny guy from Manchester who took pity on Bella and gave her some money to ride a bus. There was also the small detail that he knew practically everyone; he was one vampire who made use of his way of life.
"If you need money, why don't you get a job?" he asked frowningly, peering into her face.
"I've been getting jobs and squandering my money for a century and more. I just need my very last loan to meet someone." Bella replied, looking into his eyes expectantly, almost.
Hayes raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Yeah, okay." pulling an arm around her shoulders. "But lets get an American Cheeseburger first." He added.
"Sure." She feigned a chilled attitude – inwardly thinking how she'd break her news to someone who seemed so happy, and oblivious to it all.
The Eraser by Thom Yorke
The piano keys seemed to shake beneath his fingers. It had been a long time since his hands had controlled any kind of instrument, Edward felt…complete? No, he felt a part of him had been erased, the part that transmitted the genius musical notes from his brain to his fingers. Why did he feel that he'd lost his control? Over…everything?
Confusion.
Piano was all about control for him, to lead the keys – bring them down and take them up again. He stopped abruptly and glared at the grand mahogany instrument.
Why is it, that even when you forget thinking about someone day and night – wondering who they were with and what they were doing, the feeling when they're hand touched yours, still lingers?
And then you feel like a complete idiot for ever trying to forget that person.
"Cullen?" A deep resonant voice cut through his mental turmoil. It belonged to a tall, heavyset man clad in a black leather jacket and ripped jeans. "I told you to start sweeping the bloody room. Stop that racket." He said gruffly, tossing Edward the long broom lying on the floor.
Edward smiled in satisfaction. His plan didn't afford him the most delight or excitement, surely, but just fulfillment, in the sense that was trying at least.
After much thought, he'd decided - :
When money can't buy you the will to keep interested, you go back to where you started.
"So, what's been happening? How are you?" He inquired, biting into a big fat Wendy's cheeseburger.
The girl opposite him was tall, thin, brunette and very morose. "Well, stuff," she paused, weighing her words, "has happened. But nothing too serious." She ended on a lighter note.
"Right. Nothing serious." He repeated contemplatively. "That would explain the beggarly situation you're in right now?"
"No one has to live in Designer jeans forever, Hayes." She answered snappishly, running a hand through her hair in irritation.
A silence ensued, in which Bella bit her lip and glanced all around her, stopping at a plant nearby. Hayes continued to bit into his cheeseburger, frowning slightly.
"Oh screw it." she announced, finally. "So I'm sick of this. Everyone gets sick of it. And I'm the one just tired of doing something I don't want to…" she stopped and looked at Hayes; He waited expectantly.
"Jasper, I'm…exhausted. I've done whatever I wanted to, or had to. I don't see why I have to continue all this loneness and solitude."
"Jasper?" Bella repeated worriedly. She leaned over to ruffle his hair; A habit never to grow old with those two.
"All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they're going to die." He murmured thoughtfully. "That's Dylan, you know."
She sighed and laughed, toying with a French fry as she spoke, "Proves what we are though."
"It only proves our difference; it's whowe can become that proves anything, Bella. The drama and angst you're putting into this is irrational. If it wasn't you, it would be someone else. You're defining yourself by what you've been given, not what you've done."
She slowly narrowed her eyes. "You're smart Jasper, but you think differently too. I love you, but the one person I feel I can talk to about this disappeared a long time ago." She looked up and raised both eyebrows, with eyes shooting waves of plaintiveness out at him.
"How much do you need?" he relented.
A/N:
I think there should be more intensity & emotion involved for a person who would never be able to place their fate in someone else's hands. Edward had to try to die on his own accord in New Moon.
Like what the hell is THAT about?
That's some pretty crazy shit.
Review for the betterment of this crappy or potentially strong fanfiction – whichever you've decided on.
By the way, the beginning lyrics are by Green Day for Wake Me Up When September Ends)