Broken Mirriors

Rosalie and Emmett.

Rated T:

Summary: I looked into the mirror and saw the girl I used to be. Before the dyed black hair, I was blonde and pretty. Now I have black razor hair, and an attitude to match…will he still love me? Or am I just looking into a broken mirror of what could have been.

CHAPTER 1: BEFORE SHE "DIED"

Rosalie Elizabeth Hale. That is my name. That is who I am. The pretty blonde haired, blue eyed super model everybody wanted to be. The girl all guys wanted to bang. That was before the accident that killed my family. That was before when I had Emmett McCarthy Cullen, the love of my life. Before I went from popular to normal.

I used to be the most well known and well liked cheerleader at Florida State University. Everybody wanted to be friends with me. Get to know me. I had a "bubbly" personality and only sometimes was I a complete bitch, especially if you messed with me or my friends or family. My boyfriend Emmett and I had been dating since high school. We were in love, and I thought we would be getting married soon. He was my best friend, the one I turned to for everything.

One night, after I'd come to my home town of Forks, Washington my parents had decided to take me out to dinner, in congratulations to my hard work at getting my degree in automotive repair. It was raining like always, and we were headed to the only dinner in town. After dinner we were on our way home, finishing conversation and enjoying ourselves. My little sister Bella was in the back seat with me, and she was giggling and holding my hand. She was 16. A flash of lightening struck suddenly and a large animal, (probably a deer) ran right in front of us. My dad swerved, trying to miss the animal, and slid into the guardrail. The car rolled over the guardrail and slid down the mountain side.

The car was torn and twisted in ways that are just unimaginable. My dad was killed on impact and his body was mangled and just utterly disturbing. My mom's throat was cut from the shattered glass and she was decapitated. I had covered Bella with my body, so she managed to live, with a concusion, and a few broken bones. Me, i had shards of glass dig into my back cutting me and leaving scars that would never go away. My leg was shattered, and my arms and wrists were fractured and I also suffered a concusion. Luckily that's all that I had.

The days that followed were a blur. I was so doped on morphine that I was in and out of consciousness. I also had surgery's removing glass from my back, and trying to put my shattered leg back together. I had a total of 6 surgery's and about 160 stitches all together. Bella only had 1 surgery, for her broken arm. She was ready to be discharged and auntie Esme came and got her. Uncle Carslisle was the top surgeon for this part of Washington so I knew I was in the best hands possible.

When I finally regained full consciousness, the hospital allowed Bella, and Emmett to visit. Emmett held my hand and kissed my forehead, reminding me that it would be okay, and that I would always have him. Bella couldn't even look at me. Auntie Esme sobbed in the corner the first day, because she had lost her sister.

3 weeks after the accident I was released. I was restricted to a wheel chair until my leg fully healed, and I was advised to go to grief councling to deal with the loss of my parents. What turned my life to hell was I was told I should move back to forks, to be watched over like I was a fucking two year old. Emmett wasn't finished with college yet so he was going back to Florida. Back to the sunshine and the heat, the warmth and happiness…and life, and I was stuck in Forks the most depressing town on Earth.

On Emmett's last day in Forks he took me out to Seattle and we went to the expensive jewler store, and told me to look around. I looked at their wedding bands, I looked at their engagement rings, and their promise rings. They were all so beautiful, but I just fell in love with one. It had a single diamond on top of a beautiful rose colored flower on a gold band. I gasped when I saw it and knew that I wanted it. Emmett noticed too because him and the sales person came over and took a look.

"What size are you?" the sales guy asked. I looked at my finger and guessed.

"6." I replied. He nodded and got the right size and handed it to me. It was beautiful. The colors, the diamond, the whole ring fit well, and looked gorgeous on my creamy hand. I looked at Emmett and he nodded and got out his wallet.

"Em, don't. I don't need it honestly."

"Only the best for my girl." He replied. I smiled and kissed his cheek as he finished paying. Once we walked out of the store he got down on one knee, took my hand and said, "Rosalie Elizabeth Hale, Your so gorgeous, in every way possible. You are one of the baddest bitches I know, but yet the most sweet and gentle women I have ever met. This is my promise that one day I will be back to marry you, and make you mine forever. " then he slipped the ring on my middle finger and kissed my hand, before standing up.

I grabbed his face in between my hand and kissed him, trying to show him how much love I held for him. I tried to show him how I would be here, waiting for him and nothing could ever change that. When we finally broke lose he took my hand and we walked down the street to the near by café. He smiled sadly at me and I knew that goodbye was coming. Who knew when he would be back. He was starting his vet residency soon.

After our little lunch at the café it was time to take him to the airport. It had been a month and a half since the accident and I was walking much better, and even driving now. While we were driving, I sat looking out the window, silent tears falling down my face. This is the love of my life, the man I knew better than I knew myself, the only one I ever wanted to be with, and he was leaving to go across the country without me, to fulfill his dreams, while I sat back and waited. Because god hated me.

He smiled at me, threw his arm over me and pulled me close to him. He kissed each of my tears, then both of my cheeks and finally my lips. Oh god how I would miss him. He leaned his forehead against mine and looked into my eyes.

"I will text you all day long, call you every night, skype you every weekend, and be back for you as soon as I can my love. You hold onto my heart for me in the mean time." Then he placed a silver diamond heart into my hand, kissed me one last time, and was headed through security. Who knows when I'll see him again, at least I had his heart to hold onto and claim as mine, just as he held mine. Maybe the distance will help make our relationship stronger….

I wiped my eyes and turned, heading back for my car, and back to my own personal hell.