Okay, So this is my first story. Please review and please be nice.

This is a 1 chapter story I thought it would be better that way.

Disclaimer: I can not take credit for any of the Twilight characters. Only the below story.

Every Rose Has It's Thorn

I don't know if I can take it anymore. The memories of what they did to me are so clear, so precise. I don't want to see them anymore. It's torture.

I've always felt so unclean and it never goes away. The feeling grows stronger everyday. I don't want to see what they did to me. The images of them violating me are still so fresh in my mind.

The revenge I sought on them was so vile and cruel that it rots my mind just to think about what I did to them. What I'd become because of Carlisle.

I can still hear their pleas; their cries of pain. Even the look of anguish on their faces as I-young, beautiful Rose-extinguished the flame that was their life; like they did to me. I could still taste the sweet aftertaste that their blood had left in my mouth. Blood that I would not swallow for the poison of murderers and rapists ran through it. I could still feel the thirst in my throat after killing all of them.

No one knew this. I doubted that Edward even had the slightest idea of my thoughts; of what happened that night.

I always keep my thought so controlled around him. So that there is no need for anyone to worry.

In the end it will be my thoughts that kill me. Right now, "in the end" sounded almost perfect to me. The perfect end to an otherwise revolting and terrible life.

I didn't want to leave a note. I still wasn't sure if it would work. How does a vampire kill oneself in the first place? Holy water? Decapitation? A silver bullet? Draining all blood from their body? No. I was going to burn myself. A way that would at least have some effect no matter what happened. Perhaps even if it didn't work it would steal the beauty that had caused me so much misery. The curse that it was.

I grabbed a red pen-I felt it was the most fitting colour-from the cabinet and a leaf of plain white paper. The words I inscribed next were all true:

Goodbye, I'm so sorry. I just can't take it anymore. I love you all.
Goodbye Emmett, Esme Carlisle, Alice, Jasper and Edward. I love you more than life Emmett.
Please Don't Blame Yourselves.
I love you all.

Rose

I was sure if I didn't leave now that I'd be intercepted by Alice at the front door. I was positive that it would be her who found my note.

"Are you going somewhere, Rose?" Esme called from beside the piano. It was her favorite place to sit and read.

"I'm just going for a walk. I love you. Goodbye." I sighed and with that I was gone. Not sure what to do; what to say; or even who to talk to. All I knew was that I had to do it. There was no need for my mind or my family to suffer anymore.

I hung my head and walked to the fire pit that I had already set up in the woods.

At least it would be over now. No more pain, no more suffering. Or, at the very least, no more beauty.

I struck the flint on the lighter I had grabbed from Jasper's bedside table and lit the logs that I'd already soaked in gasoline. I removed my jacket and my shoes, leaving them for Alice to find. Surely she would use them. Then I slowly stepped into the center of the fire and waited for the flames to extinguish my life.

The saying that we all leave this world the same way that we came in; kicking and screaming, as I was discovering, was not true. Life...just ends...