I don't own Twilight or any other reference to already owned… things. I however do own the plot and the story itself.
Enjoy.
Preface ~ Glass
"You have a son."
Darkness. That's all I can see. I can't force my eyes to open or move my body how I want it to.
Ropes. Crying. Gunshot.
"No!" She sobbed out.
"Oops. Maybe now you'll tell?"
Spit. "Fuck you."
Grin. Laughs. "That's a great idea. Boys, she's all yours."
Screams. "You know what to do afterwards."
Horrific images flicker trough my mind's eye without stopping. There's a faint sobbing sound in the background that can barely be heard over the prominent gargling sound.
"Mom."
I gasp, surprised by the sudden disturbance to the background sounds. Then I realize it was me.
This is fucked up. I want to wake up. I can't. I yell out in frustration, wondering if any of my neighbors heard it this time. They never did. If they did, then they were used to the screaming coming from my apartment after three years.
"What was that?"
"Your mind is playing tricks on you."
Laughs.
"Ugh. I shouldn't have taken that extra shot of crack."
"Stupid. No wonder you're paranoid."
More laughs.
"Edwarddddd!"
Gunshot. And another. Laughs. Silence.
"Look what I found..."
I back away from the approaching man as fast as I could, but my awkward twelve-year-old legs don't let me. The White Suit Man leans down near me and I can smell his putrid breath.
Laughs.
Scream.
"Fuck!"
Thud.
"Ughhh."
"Beep, beep, beep..."
I roll over in the floor after falling from my bed and kneel on my knees and turn off my alarm clock.
Rubbing my hands down my face and chest to wake up, I stand up and enter my bathroom.
I fucking need a cigarette.
"Shit. I'm fucking late."
Carlisle was going to skin me alive if I was late again to 'family fucking breakfast Sunday' as I had so fucking sweetly named these days.