When Life Goes On (Written in Rosalie's Perspective)
A Twilight FanFiction
I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT CAUSE I WOULD BE SCREAMING "I OWN TWILIGHT!" RANDOMLY! PLEASE COMMENT AND RATE! THANKS FOR READING!
What happens when Emmett dies in a terrible accident with newborns? Rosalie and the Cullens are forced to realize that he is dead again. And what will they do without the strongest Cullen?
The day of July 29, 2010. The day that my true love, my soul mate, died. Alice couldn't of seen it because it happened so rapidly. One second he was here, the next minute he was thrown into a burning pit of fire. No words could describe the emotions going through my head. No words could describe the expression on my face. He's gone, Rose. He's gone. As his limbs were tossed into the fire, I couldn't scream. I couldn't get there fast enough. It felt like I was glued to the ground, and my immortal strength was hopeless against it. This was a feeling I wasn't used to. My speed was useless. Everything from my head to my toes was futile. My hands were itching to destroy the beautiful, red headed girl that was taking care of Emmett. She swiped her head across his neckline, throwing his head into the fire. I felt a choking feeling in my throat. It wasn't caused my thirst, or rage. So, this is what crying felt like. I glanced across the meadow looking at all the living faces of my family. Esme was disassembling a black haired boy in one fluid motion. She wasn't even looking at the boy. She was looking right at Emmett. My golden eyes flittered to Carlisle. He was standing on the edge of the meadow. He seemed to be looking for another contender, but I knew he was looking at the burning pile of ashes a few yards away from him. Bella's face was orange with the glows of the flames. Edward killed, she dismembered the lifeless corpses. Renesmee was fighting right along with Jacob. I don't even think she noticed that the Cullen family was down one. I couldn't take this atmosphere anymore. My feet became unglued and I forced myself to go back to the house. I ran through the forest at top speed. Nothing could hold Rosalie Hale back. I reached my room on the third floor. I ran to the cork board that was nailed to the southern wall in my room. I tore it down and ripped off the pictures. I only managed to save a few, one of the whole family and one of me and Renesmee. The others I threw out the window and lit a match on them. I watched them burn silently. The crackling of the fire reminded me of my heart breaking. I briefly looked down on the moss-covered ground. One photo caught my eye, one of me and Emmett at Bella's 18th birthday party. As I slowly disappeared, I looked at Emmett's face. His dimples showed through his marble-like skin and his black hair shined with the orangey glow of the hundreds of candles. As he became invisible to the ash, I looked away, sparing myself any more pain. I walked, not ran, into the living room. The couch seemed like a great place to sit and think, at least until everyone came home. I reached for the remote, but soon decided against it. I heard a wolf howl in the distance. The fight was over. My family would soon be home and I had to make my escape.