Rosalie's Story
It was a lovely day. The sun was shining and the jade green grass was glistening. There wasn't a cloud in sight. Children were playing in the park and eating picnics with their families. All the birds were flying or looking after their new-born fledglings.
That was three days ago. Now, everything had changed. Then I had thought that I had the most amazing eyesight, able to see everything in detail. Now I know I was blind. As if my eyes were covered with mud. Now I can see perfectly, I 'm fast and agile, I'm strong. The only price… my mortality.
Would you like to hear my story? It doesn't have a happy ending - but which of ours does? If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now. I lived in a different world than you do. My human world was a much simpler place. It was 1933. I was 18, and I was beautiful. My life was perfect. I mean I still wanted stuff. But, I was content with my life; yes, I still wanted stuff like a husband who would kiss me when I went home at night and a baby to care for. I thought my dreams would come true when I met Royce king Jr, the town's most eligible bachelor.
I was young and in love with the idea of love. He courted me and two weeks later we were engaged. It was the happiest time of my life. About a week before the wedding, I was at a friend's house late. I was half way home when I saw my fiancé and his friends under the light of a lamppost. He called to me and I stupidly walked towards him. He kissed me as his friends guffawed at my expression. 'You're drunk' I exclaimed, shocked, as I had never seen him like this. He started boasting of my beauty to his friends, I didn't listen to his exact words. One of his friends said with an evil gleam in his eye, 'it's hard to say with all those clothes on!' His friends guffawed at this. Royce started trying to rip my clothes to expose more of my body. I struggled and broke free of his grasp. Harshly, I told him, 'I'll see you tomorrow when you're sober! 'I put as much emphasis on sober as possible. I turned my back to him and he grabbed me from behind. He asked 'Hey, where do you think you're going? 'He just ignored all my struggles and his friends just stood there, not caring about anyone but themselves. That night he pushed and hit me. They left me in the street, thinking I was dead. Believe me, I wanted to be. Carlisle found me; he smelled all the blood. He thought he was helping me.
I got my revenge on them, one at a time. I saved Royce for last, so he'd know I was coming-I was a little … theatrical back then. I didn't drink any of their blood though – I didn't want any part of those monsters to become a part of me, the idea was repulsive even if I was a newborn vampire.
Things got better after I found Emmett. But I'll always be this! Frozen, never moving forward. That's what I miss the most, the possibilities. Sitting on a front porch somewhere, a man with grey hair sitting by my side. Surrounded by our grandchildren, their laughter.