Hi people of FanFiction! I am pleased to announce that as you can see, I am starting a Rosalie point of view story. I think Rosalie is pitifully misunderstood by the general public. Thus this story was born. I have not decided if it'll be a one-shot or a full story, probably one-shot, but time will tell. Check out my Harry Potter Snape/Lily story! Review please!
Hello. As you may know, I am Rosalie Hale. Unfortunately. Many of you despise me, and I don't blame you. But I still think I deserve for you to know why I acted the way I did. The first time I saw Isabella Swan, I figured she was just another girl. But no.
Stupid, idiotic Edward just had to fraternize with a human. I am bitter, stuck-up, and arrogant. Or so everyone thinks. So, when I first laid my eyes on Bella I thought she would be just another measly human. But she became so much more. My first thoughts were " Wow, she's lucky." Then I realized why should I, the gorgeous, beauty pageant 30 time winner, (in my human years) be envious of her. I am beautiful. What else do I need? But I knew the answer in my heart. Everything.
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Bella was friendly enough, but I didn't want to socialize with the likes of her. Well, I knew inside I really did want to be friends with her. But I blew it. I mentioned before
everyone thinks I am self-absorbed and selfish, and I blame you not for assuming that, for I certainly acted like that, turning my nose up at friendship, the fool I am. I can give you one word, it's not a word that justifies my utterly horrid behavior, but it explains it. Jealousy. I know you are wondering, "Why would Rosalie, Rosalie, the utterly stunning, eye boggling beauty envy Bella? She is human. She has her whole life ahead of her, whereas mine drags on. My life is worthless. Its like I'm just… Here. I am doing no good. If only I could make up with Bella. Bella can have children. Bella can do what she wants without worrying humans crashing their cars if you see you in simple sunlight. Bella can have children. Bella is wasting her life with us, its just suicide. And, Bella can have children. That is the main stage of my jealousy. I want children. I want to care for them. I don't know if they'll like me, they might think me as jealous and self absorbed as you, which I cannot deny. But I don't care. All I want is to wipe there tears away when they break all the toys I would give them, I want to clean up their faces when they eat. When they grow up, the most I can do is hope they'll be better people than me. If you have any other questions, I urge you to not hesitate to ask. Anyhow, another reason I am bitter and --- the way I am is because of the way I died. I would've gladly accepted any shape or form of any normal death, but this? This is just wrong. I mean, I was good to him. On my wedding day? Or honeymoon or whatever I don't remember nor do I want to remember. It's just horrible. I resent the fact that Bella has the opportunity for a normal, age related death, but she is just throwing it away. She has everything a person needs. A loving family, a home, a lover, and a soul, but that's not enough for her. She doesn't know what she has. She will never know until it's gone. After you've read this, I don't expect you to think highly of me, but I hope you can find it in your hearts to understand my pain. And Bella, if you're out there, I'm sorry.
That's all, folks! I might start chapters like this one, but I won't promise. Review please.
From, Spaghetti (my nickname