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Twilight the Musical

Summary:
Twilight characters put their lives to song.


Notes:
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6. Rosalie's Song

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Rosalie sat quietly behind the wheel of her BMW, watching her reflection in the glass of the windshield. She didn’t study the shape of her eyes, but the inky black that was beginning to spread over the gold. She didn’t examine the smoothness of her skin, but its chalky paleness. And she remembered.

I open my eyes
I try to see but I’m blinded by the white light
I can’t remember how
I can’t remember why
I’m lying here tonight

And I can’t stand the pain
And I can’t make it go away
No I can’t stand the pain

‘What’s going on? I’m burning. Fire is scorching my skin, licking through my veins. I don’t remember what happened. Was it him? Did he…? Has he really killed me? He said he loved me.’


How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

Easing the car into drive, she pulled out of the lane and onto the street. She crept along, cruising, the top down though the sky was overcast and the wind chilled.

‘I’m dead. I am vampire. I have paid the price for my vanity, and it was heavy. How did the golden child fall so far? How have I sunk so low?’

Everybody’s screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I’m slipping off the edge
I’m hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again

So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can’t explain what happened
And I can’t erase the things that I’ve done
No I can’t

Turning at the corner, Rosalie made her way to the highway. Slipping down the on ramp, she sped the car up. She could feel the engine thrum up through the accelerator and through her whole body.

‘I want my life back, want to start again, erasing these years past. None of them understand. They cannot know why I would have rather died than live with the constant reminder of my former self.'

How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

Yes, I’ve made my mistakes. I’ve faced the consequences. But now I’m cornered. Stuck where I don’t want to be, and with each passing day, my true self fades a little more.


I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

I’m sick of this life. I just wanna scream. The car picked up speed, faster, and faster, until the needle of the speedometer could go no farther, and Rosalie left it all behind. How could this happen to me?