My Twilight series are finally up! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Hope you'll like them^^
This serie is dedicated to:
→ xoxLewrahxox, my beta, without whom this one, and the others which will soon follow, wouldn't have been as good by far. It's amazing to work with you, Sarah, you're so talented! Thank you thank you thank youuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
→ Bellatrix Le Fey, who should have been my co-beta. Love!
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Rosalie
Every breath I take is agonizing; it seems that the pain is teasing me, like it takes triumph in my silent screams. I just don't want to live anymore.... Lying on the ground, half-naked, injured and abandoned... And they stand, they laugh, they joke.... They are alive and well, my torturers, not caring, not remorseful, oblivious to their crime. My name swiftly lingers in the air as they say it in their drunk ramblings. They picture me in their heads: my chest coated in crimson, my eyes a fusion of torment and fear – my contorted face as screams are dragged out, needing to be released...
Hatred in my mind – but it fades away in the pain. I don't have the strength to think, or to feel. My senses are dulled by the agony, my emotions weak. I reach my hand out, I want someone to be there. I yearn for someone to help me.... Yet it's too late. I'm dying....dying....dying....
Death feels like floating. I am light, so light, flying to what I think is the night sky. The night candles burn brightly as I continue on my path. My hair is blowing against my face.
The pain fades, yet not fast enough for me. I desire freedom and oblivion, safety in the darkness. I am free, but not from the distress that my body is undergoing. No, not just yet. I'll remain patient. It will be soon, as I close my eyes and pray. Death, come to me, death, death, death, death....
Darkness. Darkness. I feel a smile form on my contorted, bloody lips. Is it still possible to smile after all I've gone through? Yes – I smile at death, the angel of death, bending over me.
The fire unleashes its teeth on my body, and my peaceful darkness is no more.
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Next chapter: Alice!