“The girl, standing in the exact wrong place at the back of her truck, looked up, bewildered by the sound of the screeching tires. She looked straight into my horror-struck eyes, and then turned to watch her approaching death.
Not her! The words shouted in my head as if they belonged to someone else.”
It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.
“I’m washing my truck, and Rob drops in on me suddenly. It was so tense shooting Twilight, and there’s this little scene that felt like it was out of an ’80s teen movie. He does this cool little move, and we’re sort of dancing around each other. We still talk about this scene and how fun it was. He remembers what I was wearing. I remember everything about that day.”
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I’ve become
Now that I know what I’m without
You can’t just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life