They didn't see it. They didn't see how much it still hurt me. How I would still have at least 10 flashbacks a day. How broken I was. On the outside I was the stunning, ice queen, Rosalie Hale. On the inside i was still the sweet soft, girl who was left to die in Rochester all those years ago. As much as I loved my family, it was obvious they didn't really want me around. My weariness of socialising with others annoyed them to the point where even my Emmett snapped at me to go away. When that happened I would run far into the forest, before going into a little cave I had found and sobbing my unbeating heart out. It was the only time I removed the mask of Rosalie. The only time I could be the sweet Rosie-Posie who had been hidden so many years ago. I was good at that. Keeping the real me hidden. It was for the best. They would all hate me if they knew. So I will continue hiding who I really am. I don't want to become an outcast in the only family I have left.
So what did you think? This is my take on what Rosalie may feel on a daily basis. I know it's really short but... I still I think it's the best thing I have written. Review...
Amethyst Straw-age XxX