Disclaimer: Stephenie owns it all, except for Sam, Mel, Sklar & Ryan. They're mine.
AN: I know this chapter is short, sorry about that. Chapter two will be longer and will be up sometime tomorrow (1/24/10). Hope you like this little snippet. I know this idea's been pretty over-done, but I couldn't help myself. R&R and I promise updates will flow quickly. Thank you!
The roaring of the crowd rang though my head, I don't think I'll ever be able to get used to this super sonic hearing thing. I was backstage, applying eyeliner to my eyes while looking at myself in the mirror. My golden eyes stared back at me and I remembered. It was exactly three years since that day. The day that changed my life, my existence. I put down the eyeliner pencil and gave myself one more look over, pulling at the bottom of my shirt, trying to make the holes a bit bigger. (Outfit on profile.) I couldn't help but remember when this day came around, no matter how much I tried to suppress the memories. I had spent a whole year doing nothing but feeling sorry for myself and I wasn't going to go back to that again, plus I doubt my fans would like me disappearing for a few months or longer. I smiled half-heartedly at my reflection when I heard Sam calling my name, "Bella! Get you're ass over here! We're on in five!" My smile grew, show time. I walked out of the dressing room and toward the curtain.
She lay on the muddy forest ground, curled into a ball. Sobs escaped her mouth, her face red and eyes moist with tears. Her breathing was sporadic; she looked like a fallen angel with her hair wild all around her. The rain was coming down harder and she let out a pain-felt, sharp scream. He had left her.
She lay there for a little more than an hour before she heard something coming toward her. Maybe he had come back, maybe he still loved her. She picked her head up slowly and called out his name, "Edward!" "No, not Edward," she heard a voice say, she felt breathing on her neck and whipped her head around only to be greeted with a pair of blood red eyes. Next thing she knew, she was screaming in agony.
The lights dimmed quickly and the crowd cheered. I stepped out from behind the curtain with my band mates and we all went to our positions. I walked downstage and once my hand touched the mic, the lights went on and the music started.