Behind the Music
Bella's parents divorced when she was ten, and ever since she's thought it was either her fault, or they didn't care about her. Bella has been writing songs ever since the divorce. Now that bella's in high school, she's put a band to geather. She hides all her childhood pain and anger behind her lyrics. When she meets Edward will she fall for him? Will her see past her words? will everything work out in the end? Most of the songs/Poems in this story I have written my self or with the help of friends... but mostly me.
7. Chapter 7
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He stood a ways back in the trees, half hidden behind the meadow walls.
“Edward,” I whispered under my breath.
“Yes,” he replied, in a voice so soft I could barely hear it.
I gasped. There was no way he could have heard me. Unless...
He slowly moved closer to me. I stared him in the eye. They were not black now though, they were a gold-ish caramel colour.
“Why are you here?” I asked in a steady voice, not allowing any hint of fear to slip.
He didn't answer, just slowly circled me. Watching me with curiosity.
He stopped in front of me, slightly cocking his head to the right.
“I'm not sure I understand.” He finally said, in a velvet voice.
I stood staring at him like I was an idiot.
I shook my head slowly. “Understand what? I mean, I ask you a simple question and you don't reply, then you just look at me strange and say you don't understand? How can you not understand?”
“I don't understand you. I can see all the pain, yet I cannot see any of it. I can see it in your eyes, but not in how you act. And it seems like no one around you can see you clearly either.”
I stood there like I had just been struck by lightning.
“You can see it now... And yet you can't.”
I closed my eyes, took a breath, and opened them again.
“You are the strangest, most complicated person I have ever met. You speak like you're from--years ago, a different era, you are totally and completely cold one minuet, and then all caring and worried the next, your family doesn't eat anything, but I know you aren't like your 'brother' Emmett, there's no way he could be....”
I stopped talking and looked up at him.
“What the hell are you?” I whispered.
He finally looked away from my eyes.
“I know what you are,” I said in a low voice.
His head snapped back up, eyes narrowed.
“You don't know what you're talking about Bella. If you know so much then say it. Out loud... Say it!”
I looked him in the eye. “You are a Vampyre. You don't go out in the sunlight, You talk like you are older then you appear, you live on blood...”
He actually laughed. “You are smarter then the average everyday teenager!”
I kept my face straight. He didn't scare me, and I didn't want him to think different.
“So I know what you're thinking; We live on the blood of the innocent. Am I right?”
My eyes widened but I remained silent.
“Bella, I didn't mean to frighten you, I jus--”
“I WAS NOT FRIGHTENED!!” I yelled
“I just thought you wanted to know,” he said in a smooth voice
“You need to know,”
I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what.
“We are not like other Vampyre's out there. We live on the blood of animals. Deer, bears, any kind of large animal. Sometimes we go smaller, like squirrels or crows. We can walk in the sunlight, but not without attracting attention”
“Wait,” I interrupted “What do you mean without attracting attention?”
He smiled and replied, “One day when the sun shines, I will show you.”
My bag-watch beeped at me. I sighed and looked down at it.
“What is that?” Edward asked
“I have to go. I have band practice.”
“Well, wait,” He pulled a folded up piece of paper out of his back pocket. “Will you read this later? It would mean a lot to me.” He smiled a crooked smile.
I looked at the piece of paper and took it “Sure, what is it?” I turned around to gather my things.
He just whispered “Read, to see into the heart of the broken”
I spun around.
He was gone.
After I had all my things I started to walk to the studio, with the words Edward had said running through my head.
'Read, to see into the heart of the broken'
I remembered the paper Edward had wanted me to read. I pulled it out of my pocket. I gasped, it was a song....
I am a freak, I walk alone in this planet,
I don't even know my own name,
My thoughts are slowly melting into puddles,
Some days I am insane,
I cannot say what's in my head, or what I think is in my brain
I am a freak, walking this planet,
In constant pain...
But your love, puts me away
Your love puts me away
Is it real?...
Is it a dream?...
But your love, puts me away
Your love puts me away
With you its all ok
Its all ok
I am a freak, there is always ringing in my ears
My head is filled with a million,
I don't know if I can last another day
or if I can remember what to say
I have but one thought and that is for you,
It is for you to stay, My seraph stay,
with you its all ok
With you its alright
With you its all, ok.
I looked up, I had arrived at the studio.
I dropped everything when I got inside. I found Lucien sitting in the big arm chair.
“Bells? Whats wrong?” He jumped out of the chair and put his arm around me.
“what do you mean?” I asked. But my question was answered as soon as I spoke. I was crying. And had not realized it. This made me cry harder.
Vincent came in. He took one look at Lucien and then came and joined the hug.
Vincent walked to the door and picked up the paper. After a minuet he asked “Did you write this Bells?”
“No, I actually didn't”
“Oh, well who did then?”
“You won't believe me.”
“Come on Bells, I can't guess.” I sighed.
“Edward. It was Edward Cullen...”
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