On My Own...No More
Okay guys. This is a story that's been in my head forever. It's kind of just something I did to try and put my two favorite things together. So, if you don't like anything that has to do with musicals, don't read this. I know you've all heard this a million times. Alice doesn't see Bella jump. Jacob somewhat pulls her out of her hole. Bella graduates and discovers she somewhat has a knack for singing. She goes to try out for a small pair in Les Miserable on Broadway and somehow lands the part of Eponine. This story starts on opening night. (Spanish Accent) Also, I know size can be daunting, but don't worry, you'll love it! You'll love it! Hee, hee. :) PROLOGUE ADDED!KELLY- STOP READING NOW!
DISCLAIMER: Edward doesn't belong to me, though I wish he did!!! Unfortunately for me, he belongs to the brilliant Stephenie Meyer! Bella and Alice and any other Cullens that might show up this story belong to her as well. *sigh* Oh well! However, all the other characters belong to me. Mine, mine, mine! :)
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"Bella?! Oh my gosh!" Tillie cried.
"Are you okay?" Marie asked.
"Bella? It's not naptime, silly!" Jenny declared.
"Maybe we should call an ambulance," Brent mused.
My eyelids fluttered open at that, not wanting to give myself any more attention than I already had.
There was a collective release of breath around me.
"Thank goodness, Bella! You scared us!" Holly exclaimed. "Are you alright? What happened?"
"Just got a little dizzy, that's all," I assured them. "I think I need to go home and lie down."
"Are you sure? Do you want me to take you?" Tillie asked.
"You aren't going to come to the after party?" Jenny inquired, giving me a puppy pout.
I shook my head. "I don't think so, babe. Sorry."
"But what about all those people who will want to congratulate you on your spectacular solo?" Jaycee asked.
"I don't know. It definitely wasn't the best song of the night," I responded.
"Are you kidding? It was so amazing. You were...feeling the song so much. I don't think there was a dry eye in the house!" Holly cried.
Actually, there was one, er, two dry eyes in the house, seeing as he can't cry.
"If you say so." I rolled my eyes. "But I really don't think I'm up for a party. I'm really worn out. Just tell everyone that I got sick."
"Oh, well, you see, um, everyone saw you faint," Marie said.
"Well, I mean, the curtain was still up, Bella," Brent stated.
"Great!" My cheeks turned bright pink.
"Anyways, Bella. Do you think you'll be better for tomorrow night?" Holly asked. "Or do we need to get Rachael to do it?" Rachael was my understudy.
"I think I'll be better, but it might be a good idea to keep her close."
"Yeah, especially if we make Bella talk to us all night! I think I'll take her home now and let her rest!" Tillie sounded exactly like a mother scolding her children. She helped me to my feet and led me off.
"Bye, everybody!" I called to the people behind me.
There was a chorus of "goodbyes" and waves.
We walked out the doors, me leaning on Tillie's shoulder and stopped. Tillie looked me over and looked at herself. Then, she began to laugh.
"I almost forgot! I suppose we shouldn't go walking down the street in our costumes. We'd be taken for a band of hoboes!"
"I've seen weirder on the streets of New York," I muttered.
She giggled and led me back inside, down the hall, and into the green room. She flung my clothes at me and grabbed her own.
I stood there, clothes in hand, staring straight ahead.
Tillie watched me. "Do I have to help you put your clothes on, Bella?" she laughed.
I shook my head, bewildered, and began to change into my street clothes.
Once we were done, we went back outside and started walking home. As we walked, Tillie began to talk. She whispered, but there was a strange urgency in her voice.
"The strangest thing happened after you fainted, Bella."
"Mmmm..." I murmured vaguely, leaning on Tillie's shoulder, my eyes half-closed.
"There was this boy. He was rather handsome with bronze hair." She giggled.
My eyes snapped open and surprise was written all over my face.
"And?" I encouraged eagerly.
"Well, he kept trying to get backstage. He was fighting with the stage guard dudes. He said he knew you and really needed to see you. We all assured the guards that you didn't know him. We all figured he was just some guy who had a major obsession with you. You know, the crazy stalker type?"
I nodded, mulling this information over in my head. Edward had tried to see me? Edward had wanted to see me?
I felt myself losing consciousness again as my apartment building came into view.
"Hey Clinton," Tillie greeted the doorman.
"Hi Clinton," I murmured. He nodded in our direction and opened the door.
As we walked through the lobby, people gave us startled looks. Probably because this was a higher class apartment and I looked extremely drunk. At least I wasn't speaking gibberish.
Tillie pushed the button to call the elevator and pulled me inside. She pushed another button to take us to the 7th floor.
We rose up, not speaking to each other. Tillie was humming an indistinct melody as she led me out the doors and down the hall.
We stopped in front of a door with the word 7D on it. Tillie turned to me.
"Do you have your key, Bella?"
I nodded, rummaging in my pockets for them. Finally, I pulled out my keychain and separated my house key from the rest. Then, I handed them to Tillie.
She took them, stuck them in the lock, and turned the key. There was a clicking sound and my door swung open. Tillie pulled me inside and shut the door behind her.
Tillie led me to my room. I didn't even bother changing into my pajamas.
Once my head hit the pillow, I lost consciousness. As I drifted, I dreamed.
I was back in the hotel lobby. Tillie was leading me inside. She greeted the doorman and I repeated the greeting.
We got onto an elevator. Tillie was humming, but this time, I recognized the tune. It was a tune that I could pick out anywhere because it was the tune to my lullaby.
I looked up, wondering how she knew the tune. To my great surprise, it wasn't Tillie standing there. It was Alice. She smiled at me.
"Alice!? But-but what-how?"
"No time. He's waiting for you."
"Who? What are you talking about Alice?"
Before she could answer, the elevator doors open and a wave of ice cold water surrounded me. I looked around and didn't see Alice anywhere.
I also realized that it was coming increasingly harder to breathe. I felt myself sinking to the bottom of the water. This time there were no visions of Edward, just blackness. I realized that there really was no reason to live and that I might as well let the water take me.
And then I knew that I was dying because I heard an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.
"Bella! Are you okay?"
I gasped and realized that there was air rushing into my lungs instead of water and I was still in my own bed. The next thing I noticed was even more amazing: There was something cold and hard surrounding me, something like arms.
My imagination was definitely used up. I had to stop myself from imagining because that led to hoping and hoping undoubtedly led to pain.
I turned over onto my other side and opened my eyes, preparing to dispel the illusion.
As soon as they were open, I instantly regretted it.
"Oh!" I threw my hands over my eyes and squeezed them shut.
"Did I scare you?" It was a soft, velvety voice, his voice. I opened my eyes again only to be met with topaz eyes full of worry. Yet there was something else, something that looked suspiciously like joy.
"Okay. I've officially gone insane," I murmured to myself, deciding that, if I really was crazy, I might as well act it completely.
Confusion furrowed his perfect brow.
"What are you talking about?"
I decided to test my hypothesis of my insanity. "Might you kindly tell me what the time is?" I asked, not knowing why I sounded so proper.
The lines of confusion deepened further on his brow, spreading out to his forehead.
"It's about 3:30 in the morning. Why?"
Yup. Definitely crazy. My hallucination even answered my questions, correctly I realized when I looked at the clock. Yet, I couldn't believe that this was all an illusion. His arms seemed too solid and his face too real.
"Stop. Don't let you talk yourself into hoping. Bad, bad idea. Stop it right now," I scolded myself.
"What on Earth are you talking about, Bella?"
"I've come to the conclusion that I'm crazy."
"And why is that?"
"First of all, I had the weirdest dream. Then, when I woke up, you're here. You're obviously an illusion that my mind has conjured up. Sort of a wish fulfillment thing, you know? And when I asked you a question, you answered me. I'm having a conversation with the air-the air! And now, here I am, explaining to my hallucination that I'm crazy because I'm talking to him. Do you understand now?" I realized what a silly thing this all was.
"You think you're crazy?" he asked, looking, if possible, more confused than before.
"What's it gonna take for you to get that? Do you not realize you're just a figment o f my imagination?"
"Nothing, because I'm not a figment of your imagination. I'm really here with you," he breathed.
"Really? If you really are here-,"
"Which I really am," he interjected.
"Okay. You're really here. Now answer me this. Why are you here?"
"Why wouldn't I be here? Do you want me to go?"
"No, no! Not at all! It's just, well, after everything you've said to me, why would you be here?"
"That's exactly why I'm here, Bella. Because of everything I've ever said to you. Because I love you!"