This is totally fiction. I don't own the characters of the black swan or anything concerning the movie. There will be plots from the movie that i have changed a little bit and their will be snippets from other movies. i don't have a beta so if there are any mistakes. Forgive me.

-N-

"NINA!" , her mommy shrieked after wiping some coffee off her face. " What's wrong with you?".

" Mo-mommy." Nina stuttered while gripping on the daily news, as if forcing the paper to tell the truth from what she's been reading.

"Can't you be graceful when something surprises you?you've been training ballerina even while your in my womb..." her mother was ranting still cleaning up, now wiping the stains on her white table top napkins. She didn't noticed that her daughter wasn't surprised but devastated.

" Oh.. no.. Mom..my". The sound came out in unison with the bobbing of her mouth. Her other hand just below her neck bracing herself from the information she's taking in. A subconscious move as if it to block some of the blows of tragedy.

" Now i have to wash this again. I have to do laundry after work or else this will never come off. I can't..." her mommy stopped mid sentence to look at her daughter who's eyes are glued on the upper left corner of the entertainment page as if it was a headline on the front page.

" Nina?". her mommy asked softly.

" Nina?". a little louder this time but her daughter is so intent and focused in soaking up on the details of the news.

" Nina!" . she loudly said while banging both her palms on the table making the spoon slide entirely inside the big bowl of milk and soggy cornflakes. She definitely caught her daughters attention now. A pair of round brown eyes looked at her. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion and distraught. her mouth hanging open still from all of the shock.

" Mommy , it's Beth. The swan queen. it says here she got hit by a car while crossing a two way street. It says she was out with her friends having fun." Nina explained, her mommy's face is slowly becoming a reflection of hers.

" It says that her legs are severely traumatized, as well as her". Nina is still gripping the newspaper as if every uttered word brings pain to herself.

" It's unlikely she'd be able to dance again". her mommy said weakly. It doesn't say in the article but Nina nodded her head in agreement.

" Poor girl". Her mommy whispered. Her hands mimicking Nina's earlier actions. Instead of gripping the newspaper, she's holding the cloth she used to clean the coffee stains with her hands.

" Poor poor girl". Nina heard her mother whisper to the nothingness.

Devastation clearly on their faces. Both being ballerinas, they know that ballet isn't just a career. It's life itself. To have that taken away from you is like being stranded in a desert with no water , only the scorching heat and a dry throat as your company. You will be able to survive the first days but slowly, it will rot your insides. The intensity of the heat will evaporate your hope, your will. And as you try to conserve energy as a last attempt to live. The heat would have already unknowingly consumed your soul. With nothing to hold on to, all would be left is a self-destructing body. Walking, talking, breathing, eating. Just a body.

" Come here Nina" her mommy said as she stood up.

Nina sprang to her mothers arms. They hugged each other. Relinquishing the anguish they're both feeling. Her mother may not have been a star but she still can do an arabesque or a petit saut but now she has a daughter that will continue her dreams. She clung to her daughter, to her dreams of making it on the stage. Hailed by the public and buzzed by the media. Her "life" lived through her daughter.

" She was so amazing mommy. Granted, sometimes she's a bit harsh but she always seemed happy. Fulfilled". Nina said. Whilst her mother clung to a dream. Nina held tightly for a dream that was lost forever.

" I know. I know. It's somebody else's turn now." her mother said knowingly. Her mother's implications was lost to her daughter as she mourns for Beth.

-L-

" You can be mean sometimes. Your what these humans refer to as a bitch". A dark man dressed in white long sleeved camisa chino, white trousers and caligae sandals said with a soft smile in a deep calm voice. He got a snicker as a response from the girl.

He is standing at the edge of the Chrysler building with his hand on his back while the girl sits on top of the eagle gargoyle's head. Her one leg dangling beside the gargoyles beak while she sits on the other. She's wearing a black duffel jacket over a dark gray loose v neck shirt, a black skinny jeans and black ankle flat boots with silver buckles. Her hair around her face is in a nice mess of flowing tresses.

" Hence their term, life is a bitch". the girl said while intently observing a cigarette she's holding. She slowly rotates the cigarette with her finger tips close to her face, slow fluid smoke rises then disappears as a rush wind passes over.

"It's amazing how this small stick can take a life. Makes my job easier." As she took a deep drag, she watched in wonder how the embers at the tip lights brighter when a wind runs through. As if for a moment it gave it the will to live. She slowly blew out a smooth stream of smoke reveling at it's minute power over life.

" Pleasure for humans is as complex as themselves. They tend to make the most mundane stuff intricate". The dark man said looking over the horizon as if waiting for something to appear.

" That's what makes them entertaining to watch. Even the most monotonous of character. There's this ballerina girl, she has nothing but her dance in the morning and parties at night. It seemed she had it all. I saw the envy in some of the other girls eyes. They want what she has. The men want her as if she's chow time. She has what they call "the dream". she said this while air quoting at the same time rolling her eyes, the cigarette still between her fingers.

" Until you stripped it off from her with a car crash". he said standing still at the most edge of the building. " Bitch".

The girl smirked, " Hey i still gave her her life, its up to them how they live it. Plus its part of the job. This way, people will learn through her eyes whatever outcome she chooses. And if she fought enough her life would be a myriad of meaning. If not ,weeeell, people will know not to be like her." she shrugged.

" Everything happens for a reason". he said, His wait is almost over as the orange hue slowly crept on the black borders of the sky.

" And some of this reasons even the like of us don't understand". the girl said as she stood up to where the man is facing.

They watched as the horizon lit ablaze from the glorious rays of the sun. This rays that gives pigment to the darkness to show the colors it had hidden. And there in every rooftop stood many male and females with different hair and skin color, they dressed the same as the man though, all in in white. They all stood there communing with eternity, listening to the beatific gift God first gave to mankind on that very first day of the world.

The girl saw how she is the only one. She is not like her brothers and sisters. There are times that she felt alone. But that's how it is. So she looked on with her brothers and sisters as they all welcomed the celestial sound.

- thank you-

i was inspired by an another movie. guess what ?