A/N: So here's another Twilight story. This is a ONE-SHOT and remain that way. I have no intention of continuing this, but if I get a lot of reviews and inspiration, I might.
DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN IT
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Broken: One-shot
The gaping hole in my chest ached. Ever since the moment HE left, the hole in my heart has kept growing, until it completely consumed my being.
I sat on the floor, leaning on my bed. The room seemed bleak without HIM; the colors drained out of everything, leaving the room dull and somehow empty. I looked around the room, taking in the bed where HE stayed with me, the rocking chair HE would always sit in, then my gaze stopped on the door.
What had captured my gaze was my mirror. It was about the size of the door. I stared at my reflection and saw a broken girl. My hair hung limp around my face, my lips a pale pink and in a thin line, wrinkles on my forehead and eyes, and dull brown eyes that held heartbreak.
The longer I stared into the mirror, the more I realized that it was taunting me. The mirror hung on the back of the door, where it was supposed to be, shiny and whole. The opposite of me.
I started seeing red as my anger grew. With a grim smile, I got up and grabbed one of my heavy textbooks. I threw the book at the door as I laughed wildly. The mirror shattered into thousands of tiny pieces.
The mirror was broken, like me.
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A/N: I like it. It's what I think would be one of the missing moments of Bella's depression in New Moon. I'm sorry it's so weird though. I needed to write some heartbreak. Anyway..
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~Samie