Innocent Chapter 9: Crazy, a twilight fanfic

The Three Stooges marathon went by much better watching it with Emmett. At first I thought I would have to watch it with Alice and or Bella. However, Emmett loves The Stooges. Turns out he thought it was sexy when I knew the lines. It was rather funny and the day passed by quickly. After having a dinner of popcorn Emmett and I fell asleep in his room. I'm sure Esme came in and turned off the TV because when I woke up this morning it was off.

I tip toed out of the room and found Esme in the kitchen. She smiled at me and I returned the smile. After handing me a fruit salad we sat in silence as she made pancakes. Eventually every one else started to wake up. Emmett wasn't awake yet though. As every one was eating their fruit and pancakes I had already finished and was concocting a song in my head. Finally I determined the lines and set them in concrete. I wouldn't change them now.

"Esme?" I asked and she looked at me, "Do you have a piano?" Edward burst out laughing and I shot daggers at him with my eyes. He quickly shut up. I turned back to Esme and she smiles.

"Of course… Edward plays so if we didn't have one he would never come over," she says and she points into the living room.

"You know that isn't true Mom," Edward whines and I grin at how immature he is.

"Through the door," Esme says still pointing into the living room. I go in and see the door she's talking about. Behind it there is a large room with a piano and even a guitar. I smile; Edward must hide in here a lot.

I sit at the bench and begin finding a tune that'll go with the lyrics. I already had something in mind so it goes by quickly. Then I begin to play, I take a deep breath and sing the song…

Got it all figured out inside of my head
There's a bag packed up at the foot of my bed
You say the word, baby I'm all set
We'll cover our tracks, tell a couple white lies
Make sure we got a good alibi
And by the time they catch on, we'll be outta their sight
Long gone, baby

Let's get out of this town tonight
Nothing but dust in the shadows
Gone by morning light
Somewhere we won't ever get caught, ever be found
Baby, let's just get out of this town

Don't need directions, don't need a map
If we get lost I'll be good with that
Yeah we'll find a way to make the time pass
Window rolled down with the heat on high
Stars all aligned in a runaway sky
Holding my hand as the miles roll by
Long gone, baby

Let's get out of this town tonight
Nothing but dust in the shadows
Gone by morning light
Somewhere we won't ever get caught, ever be found
Baby, let's just get out of this town

If we leave tonight and drive fast enough
All of our troubles will be just like us
Long gone, baby

Let's get out of this town tonight
Nothing but dust in the shadows
Gone by morning light
Somewhere we won't ever get caught, ever be found
Yeah, let's just get out of this town
Let's get out of this town tonight
Yeah, we won't ever get caught, ever be found
Baby, let's just get out of this town

I smile when I finish. I may not have been remembering much since before the shooting but it has certainly gotten my creative juices flowing. Emmett would kill me if he knew I thought that. He would tell me that I was being crazy for thanking the crazy shooter for getting my creative juices flowing. He wouldn't actually kill me though. He isn't a killer; a little insecure of himself but not a killer.

I look down at the keys and tighten my lips. Thinking about Emmett as a killer is preposterous. He's just a giant teddy bear in a tough guy disguise. Emmett is who I love; I think I would know if he were a killer. It just makes sense to know these things about who you love. Although… I loved Royce and he turned out to be a crazy killer. No… I just thought I loved him. There was no love in our relationship, only false love. Nothing between us was real.

I breathe in through my nose and close my eyes. I sit there at the piano bench, meditating and trying to stay calm. I don't want my sore arm, and bad memories to push me into a panic attack. I stare down at the keys of the piano and think of a song I wrote as a young girl. I've never sung it at a concert or put it on a c.d. it's a piece of my childhood, from when my parents were alive. I want to hold onto it. I want to sing it now…

I can make the rain stop if I wanna,
Just like my attitude
I can take my laptop record a snapshot
And change your point of view

I just entered this brand new world
And I'm so openhearted
I know I've got a long way to go but I
I'm just getting started

I'm over my head, and I know it, I know it
I'm doing my best not to show it, to show it
Whatever it takes to be what I was meant to be, I'm going to try
Cause I'm living the dream and I know it, I know it
I'm trying my best not to blow it, to blow it
And I know everything will be fine
With me, myself and time.

I go where life takes me, but some days it makes me want to change my direction
Sometimes it gets lonely, but I know that it's only a matter of my perception
I just entered this brand new world
And I'm so openhearted
I know I've got a long way to go but I
I'm just getting started

And baby there is nothing like this moment
To just be real and let the truth be spoken
What evers broke I can make it unbroken
Turn the lead in my hand into something golden
Just try more love, if I try more love then I'll find
Myself and time.

I'm over my head, and I know it, I know it
I'm doing my best not to show it, to show it
Whatever it takes to be what I was meant to be, I'm going to try

I'll find myself in time,
I know I'll find myself in time

I smile. I remember writing the song and singing it to my mom. She had smiled and made me play it again. That time she sang with me. Dad had come in the room and commented on how well we harmonized. Jasper had said nothing; he only watched from the door way. I look up and there he is, watching from the door way. I sigh.

"Come here, Jazz," I say. I see the reluctance on his face but he comes into the room and stands behind me. I feel so connected to him. Our silence doesn't matter, we know what's on each other's mind.

"It's a good song Rose," he says.

"Which one?" I ask.

"Both were good… I like the second a lot more though."

"Mom liked it too."

"I know… so did Dad. That's why I like it."

"It reminds me of them," I say and I turn and look up at him.

"A lot remind me of them," he says.

"I have trouble remembering them, you know."

"You do?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks, concern lacing his voice.

"I don't know. I thought it was just a small side effect of the first shooting. I thought it would go away and I would be fine. But many of the things from before the shooting happened I find myself struggling to remember," I say.

"Have you had any memories come back to you?"

"Yes… the memories about Royce came back to me. So did a couple other memories. Like one from after Mamaw died and one from our last trip to The Red Castle with Mom and Dad."

"Tell me if you get back any memories or find yourself still struggling to remember anything."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to remember them Rose. They were our parents; you have to remember them."

"There's one other thing…" I say.

"Yeah?" Jasper asks. I feel like I should just tell him, just come out and tell him. So I do. I describe to him the entire dream I had when I saw Mom and Dad again and the beach and the boats and Emmett. The whole time Jasper looks at me, in deep concentration.

"You weren't hallucinating, Rose, I think you really were on the brink of Heaven," he says.

"So I'm not crazy?"

"Oh, you're definitely crazy."

"Shut up," I say and I smack him on the arm. He hugs me and we sit there. Nobody bothers us, it seems like they all know we're having a brotherly/sisterly moment.

Ain't that nice? Jasper and Rosalie had a moment! How cute. =) Songs were Get Out of This Town by Carrie Underwood and Me Myself and Time by Demi Lovato. Links will be on my profile. Remember to check out my blog *listed as my homepage* for the story cover and tidbits/sneak peaks of this story. And as always please review and remember that Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight, we lovely writers just warp the Twilight universe into something we create.

~EM~