Things no one bothered to ask. (will be more than Rosalie)
There were a lot of things no one bothered to ask Rosalie, about what really happened before her….change. Things that would haunt her past, things that not even Emmett, closer to her than anyone else, could stand to hear. One of those was that she still loved Royce.
1. I never really hated Bella, but I wasn't really jealous either, I just wished so badly that I could have been like Bella, found her life so extremely perfect that I would give up anything, most importantly her life, to be with the one I loved.
I remember my parents well. I remember when I was 13 finding out that it wasn't normal what my parents did. It would never be normal, and when my dad came in my room, late one night, I screamed and thrashed around, I hated him even more than this never ending life.
When I told my parents I wanted to marry Royce, the only one not happy was my father, but he knew how to conceal it. I was so eager to marry him because I knew my life would be better there, even if it was just a little better it would be an improvement.
I had planned the whole wedding out, I knew every last detail until my head hurt, and I wanted it that way. I told Royce that I wanted to move somewhere far far away, and I told myself that no matter how much I didn't love him (even though I did) that it would all be over soon, and I would never see my family again.
When Royce and I first started out, I could believe he was the one sent to save me from hell, then he turned into the devil. It started out lovingly, his arms around me, his lips on my neck, and then it wouldn't stop. I was so used to this that I screamed softly, I was sure no one heard me. My father and then Royce, what a life I had.
Even now, hundreds of years later, I am still afraid of what happens after dark, I knew too many horrors to face my fear, so I stay inside, surrounded by people, whenever dark rises.
When I took that dress and went to kill Royce, I felt powerful, I knew the last thing he would see was me, so I made myself look good, but there were things that even I didn't understand that happened that night.
One was that the first thing he said was "Rose, oh my blood red rose, how I've missed you." I was caught off guard, he had basically killed me with his own two hands and he missed me? "Royce." I sneered his name, my hatred coming out like water. "I love you, my Rose, I always will." He was looking into my now red eyes with….love. I shook my head, allowing images of what he did to me to play behind my eyes. "Were going to play a little game." I said and then I was at his neck, I bite once, twice, three times, than stood up, letting the venom sink in and burn him before I took my pray. His eyes were closed and I knew it was time to end. I bent down, a curl dancing along his cheek, his eyes flew open, unfocused as they were, and they looked right at me. "My Rose!" he screamed, "Get my Rose!" I knew he was calling me and I could stop what I did next. "I'm right here, it's alright Rose is here." I sighed and he seemed to relax in my cold arms. "I love you, Rose, where ever you are, I love you." I had to end this now. "Come back Rose, my Rose, be safe, stay away from me, my Rose." I cringed; every time he called me my Rose it felt like a piece of glass was being driven into my non-beating heart. And with one last kiss I ended his life.
Even though I can't dream, every night I can hear his voice, only his, calling me. "My Rose, come home." At first I ignored it, convincing myself that Emmet was better, but he would never he.
I still loved Royce, and I would never be with him.