AN: Hi, this is my first ever twilight fanfiction; I have been a fan for a long time and I am only getting round to doing a twilight fanfic now, this story is from Rosalie's POV, reviews would be greatly appreciated. RBTWILIGHTforever x

The life of Rosalie Hale ch1

My name is Rosalie Lillian Hale; I was born in Rochester, New York in early 1915. My mother was a housewife and my father was a banker, I have two younger brothers, needless to say that I was adored and praised by many.

My mother, asked me to bring my father his forgotten lunch one afternoon, I guess she wanted me to be seen by those in the bank. I mean why else on earth would I be sent to the bank by my wonderful mother as it would be rude not to be seen by many as I am very pretty and always dressed well.

My mother knew what she was doing as I had been noticed by a man working in the bank, his name was Royce King the Second. He sent me violets, a recognition to my eye colour, our relationship soon became one of physical attraction and nothing more, but soon after a couple of months of getting to know each other , he then asked for my father's hand in marriage.

My father agreed…

I was set to marry Royce, when one night I was attacked; I was walking home from my friend Vera's home, I also envied her a little as she was married and had a young baby boy, my relationship with Royce was loveless unlike Vera and her husbands. I happened to notice that after a kiss from Vera's husband, that my relationship would be loveless as Royce would never love me and I would never love him.

You see Royce and I are set to get married in exactly one week from today. I was walking home when I spotted Royce and his friends, they seemed to be drunk, Royce bragged about how beautiful I was and at first I didn't mind the attention until I felt them rip my clothes off, and before I knew it, they each took a turn and I kept screaming and telling them to stop they all laughed and told me to be quiet.

Once they stopped I shouted for help, but you see unfortunately no one heard me as it was dark and no one would be around at this time of night.

Now I am all alone in the middle of the street waiting for death to take me; as it would bring shame to my family and to my father, I cannot bring myself to admit it, but I have been attacked so brutally that all I am feeling is pain and ridicule.