No, she couldn't be me. This wasn't me. My right nostril is bigger than my left nostril. My left cheekbone was higher than my right, making my eyes shaped funny when I smile. I hated it, but that was me. I was looking at a gorgeous girl in the mirror. Her eyes where blood red though, which sort of scared me. Behind her eyes was pale white skin. Her features where perfect, perfect wasn't even the word. They where marvelous.
I continued to look at the girl, her long curly hair was perfectly curled. A small rosa, -de-rosa blush was plastered onto her cheeks. Her cheekbones where perfect, and her nostrils where even.
I continued to examine her, she was too gorgeous, I was jealous. Then, I realized: I was her.
I was disgusted with myself, I didn't want to be the girl in the mirror. She was too perfect, she was too pretty. She was everything I envied, now I was her. I never realized that once I had it, I didn't want it. Was everything always that way? You always want what you can't have.
While I was examining myself, Carlisle started to explain to me. Alice, the perky girl, kept smiling at me. She took the mirror away from me so I was looking at Carlisle. He sat me down, with the boys surrounding me. I was taller than Jasper, I was originally tall in general.
I glanced up at the boys who were surrounding me. What was Carlisle going to tell me? Did I have some type of beauty disease? He was my doctor. I could barely remember what happened that dia of the accident. The dia of the plane crash, I was the only one to survive.
It was all over the news.
We where sitting in what was called the "living room" to them. They had a huge television, I was eying it often. Carlisle turned on the TV, pointing to it. The plane crash was on, it was everywhere. Carlisle changed the channel, the plane crash was everywhere too. Not only that, but my old picture was all over the screen.
"That?" Carlisle referred to the screen. He spoke gently, his gold eyes pouring into my red ones.
I shied away from his stare, to look at the television. The reporter was going on and on about the plane crash. I could hear every note in her voice, all of the emotions. Everything. I could pinpoint all of the little pixels in the television.
"That happened three days ago, we found you alive. No bruises, no broken bones. You where physically fine." I glanced at my doctor, waiting for him to tell me that something was wrong with my insides.
"It was a miracle," he chuckled to himself.
"But," Edward interrupted out conversation.
"You were bleeding internally in multiple places." Carlisle said, keeping his eyes on me, even though I was "watching" the television.
"You were dying." Someone said flatly. I didn't know the voice, so I turned to look at Rosalie. She looked annoyed, like she didn't want me here.
I didn't understand. Was I dead? I felt perfectly fine, like I could outrun a lion or get away from a hippo. I gave him a puzzled look. What was wrong with me?
"Am I dead?" My voice chimed. That was going to get annoying.
Carlisle laughed at me. "We wouldn't consider it death. You have just been... reborn."
He had done this before.
He went into deep conversation about what I was now. Everyone had soon gathered around with us. I couldn't believe it. He pinpointed everything out, how I was so thirsty and my senses. He went on and on about growth and how we lived forever. It was... disturbing. Did they live in some type of fairytale? I considered that he was joking, that he was just yanking my chain. I kept looking down at my bright red pumps that matched my eyes, then at my pale hands and my knife-like finger nails.
I didn't want to believe it, but I knew it was all true. Wasn't this every girl's dream? To be beautiful like one of those disney princesses? Even though those stories have some type of twisted ending. I shook my head repeatedly, trying to think of mais excuses for the way I was feeling. I considered having a disease, but diseases didn't make your feel this good.
I didn't feel like I had just survived a plane crash, I felt like I wanted to go around sucking on humans necks and running around just to see how fast I could run.
Then, was it true?
