The Mirror

I hinted at this in The Playground. Well, the basic story line, but that was all. Anyway, this was inspired by Twilight. Now, before you go all Edward-fangirling or Twilight-overratedness-bashing on me, I'm not a big fan. I liked the story, but it is not one of my favorites. Because of plot bunnies about vampires, I just had to write this. Not that it's a bad thing, really. I've always had a fascination with vampires, so I decided to go research and write something about it. Like Twilight, this will be mostly on romance, but I will not be following that story line.

Now, as far as research about vampires goes, it will be incorporated into what I make up about vampires, since I'm really not sure if they do exist. So it's up to you to believe what I make up, write, and research. I'm not sure if I'll be dragging in lycanthropes, but I think I may need to do so since vampires and lycanthropes have been known to have mutual antagonism, and could provide a source for conflict.

I am a Catholic. But I will not be putting any references to religion here, as I know others may not be comfortable with having to go with my beliefs.

With that said, I hope this will answer any objections you may have for writing this. If you have questions, feel free to put it in your review or PM me.

I still don't own Fillmore! because if I did, there would be more episodes.

Now, finally, here's the story after that long disclaimer. Read, review, enjoy.

Leaving will always leave hope for coming back.

He's gone. And he won't be coming back.

Two years ago, my world nearly ended. I've gotten so close, but then it gets taken away. Just when I thought that everything was going so good, it whirls around and hits me right on my heart. All the time I'd wasted to have grieved the loss was completely pointless.

I was stupid enough to believe that I actually had a chance. A chance at getting what I'd always wanted. A chance to be happy. A chance to feel special. To feel loved. To be loved.

I tried to forget the pain. I really did.

Everything I'd been doing is rendering ineffective in hopes of trying to forget. I wish that I had been able to erase the memories that gashed my heart. When he left, my world came crashing down. The only good thing I got out of it was an incredible weight loss. But I became paler, weaker. Fragile.

Until someone picked up the shattered pieces of the mirror of my life. What you saw, you got. Because of my broken world, you couldn't see me. You wouldn't understand me. That person did. That person fixed the mirror. I saw myself.

Broken.

Beaten.

A girl that cracked over one loss.

A girl that needed someone to fix her life.

A girl that was given a second chance to fix her life.

But no matter what happened, it was still a mirror. They may have become pieces, but they became the pieces of my life. What I saw in the mirror, it was no one else. It was me. I made up my life. I made these decisions. I decided what would happen to me, even if I didn't know it.

That second chance allowed me to see things as they truly were. Except, this time, I saw cracks. A lasting memory that will always remind me of my weakness. One more mistake like that, and my world would crash down again.

And I doubt anyone would come to save me.

Over the next two years, I'd managed to block out the pain. I never forgot, and I lived my life as anyone would. Loved it. I went to parties, made friends, got good grades. And I fell in love with someone.

That someone was the one that saved me.

But now, the present, I felt the mirror begin to crack again.

He's back. I wouldn't believe it, I couldn't. But people confirmed it. He was coming back. The mysterious two-year disappearance finally came to an end.

We had questions. But I was sure we would not get answers.

I was sure that we would get more questions.

Either that, or we would get nothing at all.

Mystery surrounds his return. Everyone wanted to know, as much as I wanted. When it happened, they asked. But I didn't know. No one did. He just left. And he just came back.

And I fear that something big is going to happen once he comes back.

Yes, it's extremely short, but how was that for a start? Without the author's notes, perhaps it would be about five hundred to six hundred words. Please do review. :D