Hey, this chapter is just a prologue and the full summary.

Basically Christina's World is a painting by Andrew Wyeth finished in the 1940s of a girl named Christina Olson who was paralyzed from the waist down by polio. In this fanfiction I am changing it a little so that Bella was given the nickname of Christina by Wyeth as a joke because she hated her full name. It also took place before Carlisle was turned for my own purposes. Also

I don't own anything Twilight related and I am making up most of the stuff about the painting…

Prologue – How It Started

BPOV - during the Middle Ages

Fire… I had to be on fire. That had to be the only explanation. Pain flared along every nerve, every vertebrae, … Then though it seemed impossible the pain intensified as the legs that had been deadened for ten long years of crippled life and crawling around my house to escape the confines of my bed, flared into life.

My jaw was clamped shut; I concentrated on breathing and tried to remember what had possibly happened. All I could see was red.

The red slowly converged until it was two evenly spaced circles. A familiar shape yet it alluded me… until suddenly I got it, eyes! A slew of memories washed over me triggered by the eyes.

I remembered my godfather Andrew, known to the rest of England as Mr. Wyeth the brilliant painter, teaching me his craft when I was only five and teasingly giving me the nickname Christina when I complained about being called Isabella. I remembered my mother and father laughing with me, my awful disease and crippled life afterwards. Finally I remembered the pale, red eyed man who had come across me sitting in the field by myself. He told me I smelled too good to pass up. Then he bit me causing the fire.

After my life finished flashing before my eyes, the pain continued but pulsed sluggishly. The fires were receding almost too slowly to be noticed. I concentrated on my racing heartbeat and even breaths. Gradually the heart beat slowed. As it beat slower and slower my breaths grew deeper and deeper until my heart gave a shuddering beat and halted. That last thump echoed in my mind, louder than it should have.

I am dead.

So I opened my eyes.