Title: Shattered Glass

Author: Fallen Angel of Hell

Beta: twilight-is-lovee

Rating: T

Summary: Post BD. Have you ever looked into a shattered mirror and saw your reflection. It's so distorted, but you know it's you. Or do you? Or maybe you are looking at the face of something else entirely. Perhaps your other side? Or someone else entirely?

Original Characters: Matilda Carlisle, Gunnar Harlow

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Twilight, but boy do I wish it was real.

A/N: I have a habit of writing short prologues, so don't think that the chapters are going to look like this. The chapters I have in my arsenal are much longer.

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Prologue

Broken

I never would have guessed just how lucky I was a few years ago. I would have never believed that moving to the damp, cold, small town of Forks could ever change my world for the better. Had someone told me that I would meet the love of my life there, I would have slapped them stupid and demanded that they wake up and smell the rain. If someone would have told me I would be granted immortality and the opportunity to spend eternity with the love of my life, I would have asked if they were enjoying their psychedelic trip.

In four short years, everything had changed, and before I knew it, I had married the most wonderful man in the world, and together, we had had the single most beautiful child in the world. Everything was perfect. We had everything we would and could ever dream of having.

But for the first time, I was looking across the room at a shell of a woman, who sat, resting her head in her lap. Her dark red hair hung in a solid sheet around her face. Next to her, I felt as though I was extremely lucky. Like I had won the lottery. I had it all.

I had heard her story, fragments of her past told here and there from her own lips as well as from the lips of my own family. Her life was full of pain and horror that nobody could ever imagine. The events of her death were even worse, and the sentence of immortality that I viewed as a gift was nothing more than a curse to her. I didn't think it was ever possible to meet a broken vampire, but I guess that there are some things that even our own venom doesn't heal. The phrase that time would heal all wounds didn't apply here. Her emotional wounds would never heal, and in her case, time wounded any of the healing that she had done.

"Bella," Edward spoke softly from the door. I turned to look at him, and he beckoned me to join him. I stood and hesitantly left her sitting there.

"I don't want to leave her," I said quietly as we walked across the silent grass in front of our family home. "It's like looking into a mirror, except in the mirror, everything is backwards."

"She just needs a few minutes to sort through some things," he placed his hand on my shoulder. "We will rejoin her in a few minutes, but for now, let's leave her to her thoughts."

"Her thoughts are what have broken her, Edward. For twenty years, she has isolated herself from us. Other vampires," I spoke fiercely, hoping and praying that I would get my point through. "Don't think I haven't noticed her patterns, Edward. She tries to put on the façade that she is okay, but I know better. I know how she feels because once upon a time not so long ago I was her. I know exactly how she feels, and I think that I can help her."

"What if she doesn't want your help?" he asked. For the first time, Edward sounded unsure of himself.

"Then I will leave, but I don't think that she wants me to leave." I looked back toward the house. "I think that she wants me to stay with her, help her as a friend. Let's face it, Alice and Rosalie have had their own problems, but none that they come so strikingly close to. She needs me."

"I'll be waiting then," he brushed a finger softly across my skin and kissed me lightly on my lips. "We need to hunt, and so does she. Please try to convince her."

She had run out of her stock of blood nearly a week ago, though, when she looked up her eyes were still gold, but they were darker now. He was right—she needed to feed.

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Below this Prologue there is a white button with green writing that specifically states Review this story/chapter. I have quite a lot of this story already written and the only way you are going to get more is if you give me some incentive to give it to you.

So I'm hoping that unlike in the past I might be able to get through this fic without losing my mind. Please I'm looking for nice pleasant reviews and constructive criticism. I've already posted this once and the minute I did I started editing like crazy when I would have ideas that needed to be put in so I took it off and decided to do a rewrite.

Forever,

Fallen Angel of Hell