A/N: the italicized stuff are memories and the non-italicized is the present.

OC AH AU. She was like no other. So full of passion, life...sadness; like an angel missing her wings. My angel cries when she thinks no one sees, but I do she should never cry. So why does she?

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Prologue

I am perfectly still; I stand in fifth position: heel of my right foot touching front of my right, with my leg twisted slightly and both heels touching the floor. Arms down and curved slightly in a rounded shape; both arms are loose and relaxed. My eyes are closed, in my mind I see snippets of them as my memories flutter before me.

"Oh baby," she said in a soft sigh.

I can practically feel her hand upon my cheek, caressing it lightly as I lean closer into her hand.

"Look at her, Charlie, isn't she gorgeous?"

"Of course Renee, our Bells is always beautiful."

Tensing I bend at the knees before springing up into the air, leaning to my right as my feet point. While in the air my arms move quickly to the sides my right flowing to my front, while the left above my head.

"Once more Bella," her eyes alight as she watches me practice my triple pirouettes.

"Oh you're so lovely my little Swan," she claps delightedly as I slow to a stop.

I come down softly, the toes of my right foot meeting the ground first followed by the heel. My left leg swings in front to cross before the right as I come down in a bent 5th position.

"Guess what Daddy," my 6 year old self shouts, "I get to be a Wilis."

"A wil-wha-whos-it," he asks face scrunched in confusion.

"Oh silly Daddy," 7 yr old me sits in his lap, "a Wilis. It's a ghost in Giselle; I wanted to be Giselle but teacher says I have to be taller and older first."

"Well I can't wait to see my Bells be a Wilis," he began tickling me as I shrieked with laughter.

I rise to my full height, arms curved in front of me; I point my right foot and raise it a quarter ways to the side, then my left foot then pointing twice to raise myself up and down. A perfect battement fondu.

"Come on Bella, we're going to be late," she called up the stairs.

"Do I look pretty Momma…Daddy?"

"You look stunning lil lady," he chuckled.

"Lovely," she gave me a kiss on the forehead.

Coming down for the last time, I take a deep breath before completing with a slow triple fouettés en tournant.

"Oh my darling you were fantastic."

"Your mother's absolutely correct," he said sweeping me into his arms. My 6 year old self, laughs as he spins me around.

"You were perfect," my mother gushes as she hugs my father and I.

"You are our prima little Bellarina," they both whisper in my ear.

A strangled sob escapes my mouth as I collapse to the ground. All control and restraint gone as memories locked away come crashing back

Author Note:

Alright people this is my broken bellarina the RE-write. I had to make a MAJOR change to the original and it was just easiest for me to take it down re-write and repost. Okay thanks. And yes the prologue is the Same as the original. When I repost my story you all might be like WTF what change?

Well there Is a change and if you didn't notice it I don't care just read please.

I will be reposting chapter 2 later today and ch.3 either thur/ fri/ mon

By the way Review are APPRECIATED. I APPRECIATE those who reviewed on the original