Wild Roses
Disclaimer: I do not own the song Where the Wild Roses Grow or the book Twilight.
A.N: This is my first published fic, so PLEASE review!
They call me the wild rose
Ever since I was twelve everyone marvelled over my Beauty. They called me an Angel. My Father and Mother were proud of my looks. I was too.
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
Royce told me he had loved me, right from the start. He told me that we would be married in a church, with huge flowers. He told me that we would grow old together, and be happy forever.
He lied.
His sure Embrace
I loved him too. It seemed like we were made for each other, like it was love at first sight. He seemed like a kind, sensitive, smart man. Everything seemed perfect.
He would be my first man
Though I had had my share of admires, and had flirted, I had never courted any one else. I thought I would never have to court any one else. Roy took me for walks in the park, Iced teas on the porch, romantic picnics on a boat at the lake. A chaperone was always half a mile away, but we never noticed.
Life was paradise.
She was more beautiful than any woman I've seen.
I was hopelessly vain, and so I basked in all the attention Royce gave me. He showered me in praise and gifts that he told me not to thank him for: I deserved them.
He came with a single red Rose
Roses came by the bunch, yet every time we courted he would present me with a scarlet Rose and tuck it into my hair or my shawl.
On the last day…
I should not have approached him. He was blind drunk, no longer sensitive. His friends grabbed me, tore off my clothes, beat me and pulled at my hair. I was in pain, yet nobody else heard my screams. They almost killed me.
I kissed her Goodbye…
Royce grabbed my limp, half-dead body and kissed me. His breath stank of Beer, and he was rough. He almost bit through my lips. The kiss was not an expression of love, but a mockery of everything he had told me.
All Beauty must die…
As they left my body on the cold tiles, I heard them joking to each other. "What a shame. Wasted Beauty. You'll have to find yourself a new bride, Roy-Boy." They didn't care that I was dead.
I planted a rose 'tween her teeth…
As they left, Royce tossed something onto me. A single Red Rose. The sharp thorns pricked the back of my neck.
I lay in the snow, waiting to die.
Why they call me that I do not know…
Snow started to fall in the deserted streets. My Body was so mangled that I did not shiver. I lay there, waiting to die. One lone couple walked down the street.
For my name was…
The woman approached me. By now, the snow had covered and frozen all the spilt blood. "Ah! This is some poor, collapsed woman!"
"Must be drunk."
"Who do you think she is?"
Eliza…
"No-one."
Day…
THE END