I was looking at a beautiful girl in the mirror.
No, she couldn't be me. This wasn't me. My right nostril is bigger than my left nostril. My left cheekbone was higher than my right, making my eyes shaped funny when I smile. I hated it, but that was me. I was looking at a gorgeous girl in the mirror. Her eyes where blood red though, which sort of scared me. Behind her eyes was pale white skin. Her features where perfect, perfect wasn't even the word. They where marvelous.
I continued to look at the girl, her long curly hair was perfectly curled. A small ピンク blush was plastered onto her cheeks. Her cheekbones where perfect, and her nostrils where even.
I continued to examine her, she was too gorgeous, I was jealous. Then, I realized: I was her.
I was disgusted with myself, I didn't want to be the girl in the mirror. She was too perfect, she was too pretty. She was everything I envied, now I was her. I never realized that once I had it, I didn't want it. Was everything always that way? あなた always want what あなた can't have.
While I was examining myself, Carlisle started to explain to me. Alice, the perky girl, kept smiling at me. She took the mirror away from me so I was looking at Carlisle. He sat me down, with the boys surrounding me. I was taller than Jasper, I was originally tall in general.
I glanced up at the boys who were surrounding me. What was Carlisle going to tell me? Did I have some type of beauty disease? He was my doctor. I could barely remember what happened that 日 of the accident. The 日 of the plane crash, I was the only one to survive.
It was all over the news.
We where sitting in what was called the "living room" to them. They had a huge television, I was eying it often. Carlisle turned on the TV, pointing to it. The plane crash was on, it was everywhere. Carlisle changed the channel, the plane crash was everywhere too. Not only that, but my old picture was all over the screen.
"That?" Carlisle referred to the screen. He spoke gently, his ゴールド eyes pouring into my red ones.
I shied away from his stare, to look at the television. The reporter was going on and on about the plane crash. I could hear every note in her voice, all of the emotions. Everything. I could pinpoint all of the little pixels in the television.
"That happened three days ago, we found あなた alive. No bruises, no broken bones. あなた where physically fine." I glanced at my doctor, waiting for him to tell me that something was wrong with my insides.
"It was a miracle," he chuckled to himself.
"But," Edward interrupted out conversation.
"You were bleeding internally in multiple places." Carlisle said, keeping his eyes on me, even though I was "watching" the television.
"You were dying." Someone 発言しました flatly. I didn't know the voice, so I turned to look at Rosalie. She looked annoyed, like she didn't want me here.
I didn't understand. Was I dead? I felt perfectly fine, like I could outrun a lion または get away from a hippo. I gave him a puzzled look. What was wrong with me?
"Am I dead?" My voice chimed. That was going to get annoying.
Carlisle laughed at me. "We wouldn't consider it death. あなた have just been... reborn."
He had done this before.
He went into deep conversation about what I was now. Everyone had soon gathered around with us. I couldn't believe it. He pinpointed everything out, how I was so thirsty and my senses. He went on and on about growth and how we lived forever. It was... disturbing. Did they live in some type of fairytale? I considered that he was joking, that he was just yanking my chain. I kept looking down at my bright red pumps that matched my eyes, then at my pale hands and my knife-like finger nails.
I didn't want to believe it, but I knew it was all true. Wasn't this every girl's dream? To be beautiful like one of those ディズニー princesses? Even though those stories have some type of twisted ending. I shook my head repeatedly, trying to think of もっと見る excuses for the way I was feeling. I considered having a disease, but diseases didn't make your feel this good.
I didn't feel like I had just survived a plane crash, I felt like I wanted to go around sucking on humans necks and running around just to see how fast I could run.
Then, was it true?
No, she couldn't be me. This wasn't me. My right nostril is bigger than my left nostril. My left cheekbone was higher than my right, making my eyes shaped funny when I smile. I hated it, but that was me. I was looking at a gorgeous girl in the mirror. Her eyes where blood red though, which sort of scared me. Behind her eyes was pale white skin. Her features where perfect, perfect wasn't even the word. They where marvelous.
I continued to look at the girl, her long curly hair was perfectly curled. A small ピンク blush was plastered onto her cheeks. Her cheekbones where perfect, and her nostrils where even.
I continued to examine her, she was too gorgeous, I was jealous. Then, I realized: I was her.
I was disgusted with myself, I didn't want to be the girl in the mirror. She was too perfect, she was too pretty. She was everything I envied, now I was her. I never realized that once I had it, I didn't want it. Was everything always that way? あなた always want what あなた can't have.
While I was examining myself, Carlisle started to explain to me. Alice, the perky girl, kept smiling at me. She took the mirror away from me so I was looking at Carlisle. He sat me down, with the boys surrounding me. I was taller than Jasper, I was originally tall in general.
I glanced up at the boys who were surrounding me. What was Carlisle going to tell me? Did I have some type of beauty disease? He was my doctor. I could barely remember what happened that 日 of the accident. The 日 of the plane crash, I was the only one to survive.
It was all over the news.
We where sitting in what was called the "living room" to them. They had a huge television, I was eying it often. Carlisle turned on the TV, pointing to it. The plane crash was on, it was everywhere. Carlisle changed the channel, the plane crash was everywhere too. Not only that, but my old picture was all over the screen.
"That?" Carlisle referred to the screen. He spoke gently, his ゴールド eyes pouring into my red ones.
I shied away from his stare, to look at the television. The reporter was going on and on about the plane crash. I could hear every note in her voice, all of the emotions. Everything. I could pinpoint all of the little pixels in the television.
"That happened three days ago, we found あなた alive. No bruises, no broken bones. あなた where physically fine." I glanced at my doctor, waiting for him to tell me that something was wrong with my insides.
"It was a miracle," he chuckled to himself.
"But," Edward interrupted out conversation.
"You were bleeding internally in multiple places." Carlisle said, keeping his eyes on me, even though I was "watching" the television.
"You were dying." Someone 発言しました flatly. I didn't know the voice, so I turned to look at Rosalie. She looked annoyed, like she didn't want me here.
I didn't understand. Was I dead? I felt perfectly fine, like I could outrun a lion または get away from a hippo. I gave him a puzzled look. What was wrong with me?
"Am I dead?" My voice chimed. That was going to get annoying.
Carlisle laughed at me. "We wouldn't consider it death. あなた have just been... reborn."
He had done this before.
He went into deep conversation about what I was now. Everyone had soon gathered around with us. I couldn't believe it. He pinpointed everything out, how I was so thirsty and my senses. He went on and on about growth and how we lived forever. It was... disturbing. Did they live in some type of fairytale? I considered that he was joking, that he was just yanking my chain. I kept looking down at my bright red pumps that matched my eyes, then at my pale hands and my knife-like finger nails.
I didn't want to believe it, but I knew it was all true. Wasn't this every girl's dream? To be beautiful like one of those ディズニー princesses? Even though those stories have some type of twisted ending. I shook my head repeatedly, trying to think of もっと見る excuses for the way I was feeling. I considered having a disease, but diseases didn't make your feel this good.
I didn't feel like I had just survived a plane crash, I felt like I wanted to go around sucking on humans necks and running around just to see how fast I could run.
Then, was it true?
black moon ファン im so sorry im not 書く very often hope your not mad!
i cant write every 日 cause of my ホーム works :(
but dont give up on me i promise to write soon!!
and thanks 4 your support!
and i want to know if u want me to continue または start new ones i have plenty of new ideas!!
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i cant write every 日 cause of my ホーム works :(
but dont give up on me i promise to write soon!!
and thanks 4 your support!
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Regarding Kayla.....
Guys, I regret to inform あなた that my internet had committed technical suicide. I have stolen someone's laptop to write this and I hate to tell あなた that until someone revives my internet no further Kayla chapters can be posted.
This is an unforseen event and I will kick as many asses as I can to get the internet working agan.
I will continue to write the chapters and try to steal as many laptops and PCs as possible to post them.
I hate that I leave my story with あなた at such a critical point. Unfortunately this post is just a spur of the moment thing and I don't have my memory stick with me または I'd shove a chapter on at the end of this message.
Very sorry my peeps. あなた can verbally abuse me, my internet または BT broadband または all three!
Emmii-Luu
Guys, I regret to inform あなた that my internet had committed technical suicide. I have stolen someone's laptop to write this and I hate to tell あなた that until someone revives my internet no further Kayla chapters can be posted.
This is an unforseen event and I will kick as many asses as I can to get the internet working agan.
I will continue to write the chapters and try to steal as many laptops and PCs as possible to post them.
I hate that I leave my story with あなた at such a critical point. Unfortunately this post is just a spur of the moment thing and I don't have my memory stick with me または I'd shove a chapter on at the end of this message.
Very sorry my peeps. あなた can verbally abuse me, my internet または BT broadband または all three!
Emmii-Luu
あなた know Robert's song, Never Think, is on the Twilight soundtrack, right? Well my dad overheard me listening to the song and 発言しました he has NO TALENT.
I don't geddit. He says the bands I listen to have no talent. I say Robert has tons of talent, but some people just don't SEE it. I think he's great for the role of Edward, and his voice is awesome, but I guess it's the way he sang for the recording.
Anyways, I want to let all of あなた know is that my dad will never change his tastes. I hate that. He'll keep bothering me because I'd ended my Jonas Brothers' Stage. He'll bother me because my sister listens to Hannah Montana/ Miley Cyrus. Why does he bother me further when I stay in the Twilight Stage?!!! I saw how big this fanspot is, and whoa, if my dad saw this, he'd lay off.
*Giggle*
I 愛 Twilight, and hopefully, that'll NEVER change. Oops, baby brother on the prowl.
See ya!
I don't geddit. He says the bands I listen to have no talent. I say Robert has tons of talent, but some people just don't SEE it. I think he's great for the role of Edward, and his voice is awesome, but I guess it's the way he sang for the recording.
Anyways, I want to let all of あなた know is that my dad will never change his tastes. I hate that. He'll keep bothering me because I'd ended my Jonas Brothers' Stage. He'll bother me because my sister listens to Hannah Montana/ Miley Cyrus. Why does he bother me further when I stay in the Twilight Stage?!!! I saw how big this fanspot is, and whoa, if my dad saw this, he'd lay off.
*Giggle*
I 愛 Twilight, and hopefully, that'll NEVER change. Oops, baby brother on the prowl.
See ya!