Shattered Reflections

[Krys]

Me no own you, or anything that you know belongs to Twilight. However I own Cain, Seth and Abel.

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After his death you had no meaning to continue the life you were leading. But yet even after trying to take your own life, you found it is near impossible. With the way you are and the three siblings that do not wish for you to die. Now you have moved and meet the one and only Cullen Family.

[Krys]

Prologue



Darkness fills every heart no matter how hard we try to rid ourselves of it. Some of us try to always escape it though. Here comes you. One who feels they have no right to be alive but no matter how much you think that you're family will never let you go. Already attempted to kill yourself once again you're family decides that it might be a better idea to move to a place where you might have luck in living peacefully. What they don't know is that ever day that passes that a little more of you is slipping away into the darkness and eternal sleep.




Shattered Reflections

Slowly you sat yourself down on the cool grass that was still wet because of the passing rain. Taking a deep breath you knew that you truly didn’t need to a small smile crossed your face. Just the smallest of smiles, barely anything more than a ghost of something that once was. It didn’t matter anymore and you knew it. When you see things through time you begin to realize how pointless some things are. It may sound stupid, but its true. When things lose their spark- what makes it alive- it's hard to get it back.

Falling slightly backward you allowed your clothes to soak the water from the grass as you lay flat onto the ground parallel to the sky. The blades of grass tickled your skin, but you barely noticed the feeling you had once enjoyed. The air was thick with moisture, a sign that it had indeed been pouring rain prior to now. The dark gray clouds about looked so sad, the blue tint they had making you feel curious about such a thing. Clouds are such simple things, and yet you just have to wonder what makes them seems sad, what makes them seem so light and carefree.

“The sky… it looks like it’s about to cry. Why would the sky really cry such tears of sadness? Why would it cry on a day when everything will end? Will the clouds cry for every person in this world?”

A figure slowly made it’s way toward you as you kept your dull gray eyes still follow the darkening clouds rolling in the sky above. Their footfalls were felt easily through the ground, their shoes making the grass move away.

You knew that the figure was coming and it didn’t matter. You have to remember that nothing does. You knew that they were on their way when you first heard the footsteps begin walking toward you.

You also knew that this figure may not have the best intentions but truly you didn’t want to figure it out when you were already willingly accepting the facts. The intentions of others hardly mean a thing to you now. If things are so pointless then aren't others pointless as well? Would someone smiling have a real reason to? Is it really theirs or is it painted like a clown's make up is? Are they hiding behind a mask or have they found a euphoria of their own?

Closing your eyes to the world you knew that the footsteps were even closer than they were just a few moments a few seconds before.

Opining your eyes ever so slightly you heard another set of footsteps but these were faster and stronger. They were weighted down by the person's mass. Whoever it was they were coming toward you at a very fast speed in which you knew was not human. Almost everything you knew wasn't human. Life wasn't really human for you. Human emotions were hard to hold onto. Human memories slipped through your fingers like sand. One at a time they fall to be forgotten in a sea of things best left alone in the dark. Things left in the dark had no light at times. Yet they say that in the end a light will break through the confines of the darkness and show the way out. That light is a person who cares and is willing to risk themselves for another, for you.

Was there really someone who cared this much for you?

“__(name)__!!!”


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When someone, regardless of who they are, what color they are, what gender, age, or society they are from, all of them experience several things which are all the same. One is that they are all born the same way when they enter the world. Two is that they all live a life in which they search for a meaning and three is that all die. Whether they die a natural death or a death which was unexpected due to an accident or a murder, they die. But not everyone dies a death in which is common. The death that one person may die might only be their first death or may be their second or third. A person can die mentally before their body wears and gives out. This could be caused by mental pain that the person suffered. Their heart is never whole again and they feel the hollow agony of loss.

What if a person suffered through pains during their life which caused them to die mentally and then to die because they choose it? They choose a life in which anyone, except the one’s who already suffer through it, wanted because it’s the only way they choose they could even exist?

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So many years have passed since the day you choose the path you were currently on. It was only because of the events which passed before that day which caused you to give up on life completely even though you knew there was a reason to exist. The reason to exist is hard to find. It's a fickle thing that depends on one's perspective of the world and everything around them. Often someone may compare this to seeing things through the colors of black and white. There will always be shades of gray mixed in their. Confusion and haziness will always persist to exist in life and the eyes of every living thing.

The pain was still with you no matter how much you tried to shake it off. It would never leave and you knew that.

It hangs like death over a corpse that has long since been deceased and buried in a coffin six feet under. You knew that the ones around you even thought about calling family knew that you suffered inwardly but not showing it on the outside. You were never good and expressing things on the outside. The only way someone could tell that you even suffered was the dull grey eyes that you knew you had. The way you moved which was silent as if you were dead. In more ways than one you were dead.

Well actually you were dead because you felt dead. Your heart never beat the same again because of the darkness that now filled your being in ever nook and cranny it could possibly find. Not the evil darkness that many people associated with the mention of darkness but the cold darkness in which everything was numb. It's like a drug that cuts off every feeling part of body, leaving nothing but a hollow inside that aches to feel, but after a while it gives up trying to find the ability to experience things like that. There was no way to escape the coldness and darkness which filled you even more everyday but maybe with this new town, new people and new scenery you might be able to start a new but you knew that was very doubtful or at least in your mind it was. Your family wanted you to feel better but that was impossible. Ever since that day which was hell on earth. The day inner demons are released from their prisons and reek havoc everywhere they can, leaving the carnage and hopelessness in their wake.