My take on Rosalie Hale. It's different I know. I was reading Twilight again, and well, I needed to write this.
They don't know how it is.
My family...I laughed at the word..they don't know.
Emmett, my lovely Emmett...he tries to understand with every fiber of his being
but, fails.
They all do not understand what it is like, to be me. To have gone through
everything I have, and still walk around acting, pretending, as if
everything is alright.
It isn't.
Years ago, I was fine with my life. I had settled for what I was given.
A wonderful husband, Emmett, a hyper sister, Alice, an emotional Jasper, and
a very isolated Edward.
I was fine.
Until, he, Edward, brought her to our home.
A human.
Bella Swan.
The second I saw him take a liking to that...little girl..I was angry.
How could he be so stupid? How could he in danger our family like this?
Bella was nothing but trouble.
Emmett found the little girl..amusing, and how could he not?
The stupid human tripped over every known surface. She tripped over her
own two feet for god sakes!
I hated her, I hated what she had. Bella, this innocent girl, had everything I wanted
in palm of her human hands.
She had a life, a pulse, a heart that was beating. A body that flowed with
blood. Her blood. Alive blood.
She had the ability to have children, to create another life. To have it
growing inside of her and to be born.
And she was throwing all that I wanted away.
Each time I saw her, I learned to hate her more. I learned to envy her more.
It's funny, how she has everything I want, and I have everything she wants.
I want life, and she wants death. It is ironic that we would hate each other?
"Rose? Baby?" Emmett's velvet voice stopped me from my thinking. I glanced at him.
This man stared at me with only love in his golden eyes, I smiled. He was something to have.
Something that made this eternal life worth living.
If I am trapped in hell forever, it makes it easier to have my angel with me.
