I have been working on a piano composition for Bella, a lullaby I dearly wish to sing to her. Perhaps I should hum it softly next time I visit her rooftop as she sleeps. Perhaps I should go tonight, it has been too long and it is garbage night after all…
Update:
Ruined. It is ruined! Rosalie has tarnished my beautiful lullaby. She waited until I was done composing and then struck like the foul and vicious snake she is. It was too late to stop her when she started loudly playing the composition in her head, whilst mentally singing:
Edward you are such a stalker
What a fucking freak
Watching Bella not telling her
She sleeps
You sneak
You peep
You creep!
It is so psycho
And Bella'd think so
If she knew you'd been stealing her trash like you do
Oh no he's creeping off again
His trousers pitched up in a tent!
When Edward says he's going hunting
We all know he's gone out humping
Holes in Bella's bedroom ceiling
Khaki skirt's just too appealing
When Bella is feeling sleepy
Edward jerks off his cold peepee
Journaling his fantasies
While Bella's trying to get some sleep
He's staring in through her window
Pants down, dick out, legs akimbo
Just leave poor boring Bella be!
He's sitting in her science classes
Sniffing hair-so psychopathic
Can't converse cause he's a loser
Sick undie fucking abuser
If Bella saw you here right now
She'd puke her guts up and then scowl
Just stop!
Why are there not laws against this? If Aro were not so ghoulish I might petition the Volturi to take up this matter. As it stands I have no recourse, though trust I shall be traveling to Italy anyway. There is no point existing when all my efforts are befouled in such a callous manner.
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