Standard disclaims apply since we all know whose characters these are.
::Prologue::
They had done the best they could to fix her. But the damage had been too extensive.
She sat in the hospital bed with a broken leg and wrist, both in the process of healing in hardened casts. They had said that although her wrist may heal fully, she may walk with a limp from now on.
She had her ribs bound tightly. Two of her ribs had fractured and one had broken, nearly puncturing her lungs. These, too, they said, would heal.
Of them all, however, the most horrifying injury had been done to her face. Several pieces of broken glasses had imbedded in her skin, leaving multiple gashes across her face. Some would heal to be barely visible while others...
A ballerina, this was the end of her career. She would never be a prima donna. Tears gathered in her deep blue eyes and with a scream of horror, of bitterness, of grief, she threw the mirror across the room. Along with her hopes and her dream, the mirror shattered; broken. And she lay there, broken. Her spirit and soul had finally broken, along with her long since broken heart. And so she retreated to a safe haven where nothing and no one may reach her.