Rosalie
What led to this glamorous body, I call my own?
Well, let me take you back about 90 years
But I warn you, my story does not have a happy ending
This is no fairytale
I never got my happily ever after
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Rochester, New York, 1933
Financial hardships and social climbers
My beauty, a gift for all, which some took for granted
Shallowness and Vanity would soon be the death of me
But I was happy and that was all that mattered,
I was happy with who I was, to be, Rosalie Lillian Hale
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Materialism and Admiration
Disgusted looks at the mention of a name
Confusion when my mother asked such an odd favor
Roses and violets from a not so secret admirer
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He was handsome,
Pale blue eyes and light colored hair
Everything my parents desired and more
But they did not even think of what I wanted
Something about him made me feel uneasy
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A visit to an old friend
Baby faces and sad goodbyes
Broken streetlamps and worried thoughts
Well-dressed drunks calling my name
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Brass buttons scatter on the cold, damp street
Hair pins being wrenched out of my golden tresses
Left in the street to die, like a broken porcelain doll
Pain consuming every inch of my body
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Screaming in agony, waiting for death to come
Explanations of who the Cullens were and what I was becoming
As I looked into the brilliant red eyes of the beautiful, statuesque girl in the mirror
I realized it was me
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"I'd never tasted human blood, but I have murdered seven humans"
But I would not call them human after what they did to me
Their screams ripped through the darkness, as I stood there in a bloody wedding dress.
"Let me stop before I frighten you"
I despise what I am, and I cannot believe you would choose this over a long, happy human life.
I looked at her with glassy eyes, and left the room without another word.
R.L.H.: Forever and Always, Eternally Eighteen