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 rosa 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? te always want what te 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 giorno of the accident. The giorno 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 oro 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 te alive. No bruises, no broken bones. te 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 detto 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 o 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. te 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 Disney princesses? Even though those stories have some type of twisted ending. I shook my head repeatedly, trying to think of più 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?
Stephanie Meyer.
She's always loved fantasy and was interested in the style of vampires, were Lupi and comic type of characters.
When her story came up top, she started to write più from dreams and inpsiration.
Her key point was to imagine the movie rolling in her head while she typed it, and adds alot of describing words.
Her main character, Bella was inspired alot da imagtion. She wanted Bella to be clumsy, determined and abit strong.
Twilight has been her best selling series, as well as her new book; the host.
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