Rose's Point of View
Two years. I had given him two years of my life, and now, what's left of it? I am alone and broken, and it isn't just my heart anymore, but my spirit too. I got up from the bed and stared in the mirror. I tried to remember when I lost myself along the way, but I couldn't. I didn't even recognize the person I was staring at.
I knew I couldn't keep doing this to myself, but how I could I just stop looking. We had made a promise. Turning my head away from my unknown reflection, I sighed. I grabbed my pocketknife, ran to the bathroom, and slammed the door. I sat on the floor and closed my eyes tightly. Why does silence scream the truth?
As the metallic metal rushed across my upper thigh, I could only see one thing in my head. His face. It was his face that haunted my every waking moment since the Strogoi attack two years ago. When could I let him go?
When I finally opened my eyes, I stared at the white tiles beneath me being taken over by the fresh red color of my blood. I laughed. Hadn't it been the same way with my heart? I was fine right before Dimitri came and left like he did. I have been struggling for weeks trying to figure out if I should blame myself for his end as a Dhampir or if I should blame him for everything. I wouldn't feel dead inside if it wasn't for him. How can you love and hate someone so much at one time?
"Why?" I whispered to myself. Haven't I been asking myself that same question every single day since I left. I could only hope for the well belated answer to show up one day. As I pulled my pants back up, I couldn't help but to glance in the mirror again. This mirror was larger than the one on the other wall. I could see my whole body. I looked sickly. I looked helpless. I look like Lissa did.
Touching my fingers to the mirror, I whispered, "Who are you?"