Rosalie's Diary
May 15, 1915
I was just walking home from my best friends house when I saw him. It was my soon to be husband Royce. With all his drunk followers. They had just come from his bachelorette party, since we were soon to be married. I had never seen Royce drunk before, sure he had downed a couple champagnes at dinners or party's but never any thing like what I was seeing now, and frankly I was frightened out of my wits. I tried to walk away but before I could even turn around he yelled "There's my beautiful fiancé, show the guys how beautiful you really are." He suddenly came up to me and ripped off my jacket. I gasped. Royce had never acted this way around me before, he had never acted this way ever. All I could here was the guys laughing and stumbling around trying to get there balance. He suddenly pulled off my hat, the bobby pins that were in my hair were suddenly being ripped out of my hair. All I could think about was the searing pain that I now felt. Then all I could see was black. Next thing I know I was being gently wakened by what seems to angle, was I dead? I had to be dead, the pain I had felt was so bad that if I weren't dead I had wished I was. Then my heart beat it's last beat.
To Be Continued!