I was sitting in the den, next to my beautiful, Emmett. I stared at his curly dark hair, hi s painted on smile, and dimples. He was perfect. I laid my head on his brawny chest, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

My name is Rosalie Hale and I was condemned a life of misery, but Hell's not so bad if you get to keep an angel with you. I was frozen in the state of being 18 years old. Everyone thought of me as pig-headed, vain, and just a plain bitch. But they didn't know my story. All I wanted to do was protect my family. I didn't hate Bella. I explained to her, that I envy her. She had a whole life ahead of her. She would graduate, find a nice job, get married, have children. She would have the life that I dreamed of. But she was throwing it all away, to be a bloodlust, red-eyed, monster. I was trying to save her. This is my story.

*Flashback*

I stared into my mirror. I had a creamy, smooth skin. I had big blue eyes, that Royce said were as deep as the ocean. I brushed my long beautiful blonde hair. My mother, lightly knocked on the door. "Come in, I said lightly. She opened the door and came in with a light green dress. "Rosalie, I think that this dress would look beautiful on you. You should wear it when you visit Royce." I spit his name in venom every time I said his name, but I eventually got my revenge.

I grabbed the dress and quickly called in the maid to help me put it on. She pulled and tied, string after string. Eventually I was done. I looked in the mirror, and saw the dress flowing when I walked. " Breathtaking" , my mother exclaimed. That night I visited my soon-to-be husband. We had only known each other months , but he was the most eligible bachelor in town. I was stupid, and thought I was in love. My father had set us up, because Royce was very wealthy.

That same night, I visited my friend Vera. I looked in her small cottage. Her husband came home and kissed her on the cheek. She held her son, Henry. He had dimples and curly hair, just like my Emmett. Vera was plain, but sweet. She had the life I desired. I wished Royce, looked at me like that, and held me like that., and that Royce and I would have a curly haired- dimpled baby. Vera offered to walk home with me, and I said no. That was a bad decision.

I walked outside. It was in June, the streetlights were on and gleaming on to the smooth paved road. I looked over to my right, and saw a crowd of drunk men laughing. They were holding their beers high in the air. As I was about to turn away, I heard m name being called. "Rosie!", he yelled. I could tell he was drunk. I angrily approached him. He grabbed my by the hair and yanked my toward him. I could smell the alcohol from his breath. " What'd I tell you, isn't she a beauty." " It's hard to tell with all those clothes on." I realized what he was plotting to do and tried to make a run for it. He grabbed me and all of them took turns kicking me in the gut. And then the bad part came. They left me, in the street to die. Then a porcelain skinned, gold eyed, blonde haired angel blurred down the street. He picked me up and swiftly ran down the street. Then…..

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