Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or any of the characters, except for Sylvie, Mary and Avril.
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The room was very quiet, the only sound being the soft dripping of the rain outside. Normally this would bother me, I never liked silence much. But I wasn't my normal self, and the silence had become my closest friend the last couple of months, as none of my real friends had come around lately, only a couple of my late mother's friends who came to comfort me. I couldn't say I blamed them. When had brokenness ever attracted people?
Broken was a word I found complicated. It meant so many things, so how was one to know exactly what someone meant when they used said word? It could refer to a shattered vase or window, or it could be a promise not kept. Or perhaps an empty shell of girl, who had the misfortune to answer to door to the worst possible news she could imagine. Oh, how I missed Jasper. If I could barely get through four months without him, how could I make it another year, let alone a lifetime?
"Are you hungry?" A quiet voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up from my lap to see my younger sister. I felt so bad about my reaction whenever I saw Sylvie. She had taken on too much responsibility for a twelve year old lately, since our father, like my friends, had become rather uncomfortable around me. I shook my head, and she sighed as she left my room.
I knew I shouldn't be so depressed, not when I was only one of many girls morning for the deceased. Especially when I, unlike others, didn't have any children to support. It was then that I decided to go for a quick walk, and perhaps visit my dear friend Mary, who, hopefully, wouldn't mind me dropping in for a chat. I stood up and walked over to my bed, to pick up my engagement ring, which I had left there. I put it on, admiring it for a moment, before I walked out into the hallway. After letting Sylvie know where I was going, I headed outside.
The night sky was very beautiful, with the full moon and bright stars. The walk to Mary's was rather longer, so I walked faster than I normally would, not wanting to spend much time outdoors this late. Maybe if had walked at my normal pace I would have made it there.
It was dark out, so I couldn't see the familiar houses and stores that meant I was approaching her home. I was walking too fast, and turned a corner too early, thinking that I should be at the right corner. My memory seems to have blocked most of what happened next. I can only remember the pain, burning like a fire. The pain that wouldn't stop for three days.
A/N: Okay, so this is my first fanfiction, so I'm sorry if this was awful, it should get better. And, if anyone bothers to read this, the next chapter should be longer.