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I smiled, skating onto the ice, onto my home. I put my arms up in a v, my hip out to the side with attitude. The music slowly started, slowly cascading the rink in my music. I started. My skates hitting the ice, it was a feeling like no other. I was so close to my dream. If I won this, I was a shoe-in for the Olympics. The Olympics, what most people just dream about, was about to become my reality. I went into my toe-jump triple axel combination. My heart almost stopped as I felt my foot become a tad unsteady, but I saved it in time, landing on one foot, not falling. I just had my biellmann spiral left, and then I was done. I went into my spiral, everything was perfect. Then there was a bang, the sound of someone dropping their skate bag onto the metal bleachers. The sound of my hopes and dreams being pushed. Suddenly I wasn't doing my spiral, but I was falling to the ground. Then nothing. The last thing I remember was the warm water of a tear sliding down my cheek.

I then awoke with a start, my heart once again beating out of my chest, the tears descending down my cheeks. It was just a dream, no a nightmare. Was what I told myself. But it wasn't a dream, nor a nightmare, it was a memory. The memory of my dreams being destroyed. I was glad Edward wasn't here, I had never told him of my past, of the fact that I used to be a famous Figure Skater. Key word, used.

I slipped out of bed and made my way to the hallway closet, where I now stored all of my things. I took out my old skates with the care one would use with priceless China. They looked brand new, but I knew that they were anything but. I had always taken great care of my skates. They were polished almost every day and I made sure the blades were always sharp. The soakers were still on them, being placed there almost two years ago by my mother when the nurse at the hospital handed them to her. My mother knew that I would have had a fight if my babies weren't taken care of. This was the first time I had really looked at my things since the accident. My medals and trophies were all in a box, thrown in there. I had wanted to toss them, never wanting a reminder of this life, but my mother had saved them. And I was now glad she had.

I sat there staring at all my medals and trophies for a minute before heading to bed. I wasn't ready to go through them yet. I wasn't ready to admit that my career as an elite figure skating was over. I wasn't ready to admit that Ellie Hart was dead.