A.N- Okay new stroy. I was listening to Simple Plan's 'Untitled' and it this sorta popped into my head. Anyway I just had to do it and this is it. Thanks alot to EmaGreencheese or in real life Emma for reading over it. Check out her stroy Madness and Reality.
Disclaimer- If owned Twilight, I wouldn't be doing this.
Chapter 1-The Beginning
The weather was bad, to cold for my liking. I prayed that it would clear up in the next week. I wanted my wedding to be elaborate and I wasn't sure that would happen if it was to be moved inside. It was late as I left Vera's. The lamps and the faint glow from the moon the only source of light. Maybe I should have called my father.
As I hurried home, eager to get out of the cold, I heard voices from up ahead. Men. Drunk. Now I really wished I had called my father. I didn't want to confront these strangers, so I judged the distance to Vera's, knowing that I would never get home before they came closer. Vera's house was just around the corner, I could probably make it. The voices got louder, were they shouting now? I looked at the other end of the street, realizing it was too late. I had to hope they hadn't seen me yet.
"Rose!" I heard the stranger in front call my name. I had no idea how he knew me, and then as he stepped under a lamp, I realized it was Royce. There were more men behind him, 4 by the looks of it. They were all exceptionally dressed, so these had to be his friends. They walked closer to me. Royce stumbled a little. My jaw dropped. Other than the occasionally glass of champagne, I had never seen him drink. He had told me he didn't care for the champagne, but I could easily tell he preferred something much stronger. Whiskey.
He and his friends stopped just in front of me. "Here's my Rose!" Royce seemed to feel the need to shout, though we could all hear him just fine. He laughed and I could really smell the alcohol on his breath. Gross. "You're late. We're cold, you've kept us waiting along time." I had no idea what that was suppose to mean. Just then I realized who one of the guys were, John, the friend of a friend from Atlanta. "What did I tell you, John," Royce continued, he pulled me closer to him. The smell of the alcohol made me lightheaded and sick. "Isn't she lovelier than all your Georgia peaches?"
John assessed me. It made me uncomfortable the way he looked, as if he were a predator and I was his prey. His words came out slurred, "It's hard to tell. She's all covered up." This comment seemed to make them laugh. Shivers ran down my spine, they had nothing to do with the cold. I felt something bad was about to happen and I was scared.
Royce ripped my jacket from my shoulders. "Show him what you look like, Rose!" He laughed as he tore the hat from my head. I couldn't believe what he had just said. It was obvious what was about to happen next and I was powerless to stop it. The pins from my hat ripped my hair and I cried out. This made them laugh harder. They became rougher, as though they enjoyed to the pain they were putting me through.
More of my clothes were ripped from my body. That's when it begun. They took turns in deviling me. Each person was rougher than the previous. My screams filled the street and it was a wonder no one helped. As I grew louder, my mouth was forced shut. I tried to get them off me, but I was being held down. Oh my God, I'm going to die.
Eventually they were finished. I was in unbelievable pain and was bleeding. Every thing in my body hurt and as they walked away I heard them tease Royce he was going to need a new bride. Tears ran down my face. I tried to get up but my arms were heavy. I could hardly remember the wonderful feelings I had had before this. It didn't seem fair. How could this happen to me? For the first time in my life, I wished I hadn't been blessed with the beauty I have. Or had.
It was cold. The pain in my body seemed to worsen then weaken. I knew this was it, the end. As time went on, I grew further more impatient. I wanted to die already, be rid of the pain. Then as if answering my prayers, my vision darkened and the pain started to weaken further.
All of a sudden, someone leaned over me. Oh no, not again. Just let me die. Glancing up, I noticed who it was. Dr. Carlisle Cullen. I didn't like the Cullen's. They were so much more beautiful then me. All my life, I had been the most beautiful then about 2 years ago Dr. Cullen showed up with his wife and her brother. Since then, they were the most beautiful. At first it angered me, then as it became apparent they didn't spend time in public, I began to accept them. Although we had never met I had a certain respect for them.
Anyway, as Dr. Cullen showed up I couldn't help but be a little irritated. Where was he about half and hour ago? Obviously it wasn't his fault, but right now I didn't care. All I cared about was what he was going to do to me. Dr. Cullen began trying to stop the blood flowing from my various cuts. They weren't deep enough that lots of blood was spilling out, it was more that they were bleeding slowly as if to prolong my death. I tried to tell him it was no use. That no matter what he did, I was dead. I couldn't find my voice. My eye lids started to flutter and my vision went nearly completely black. This was it. Death.
Then I felt as if I was flying. Fighting against myself, I realized I was in Dr. Cullen's arms. We were running, but it was way to fast. What was he and how could he run so fast? Right now though that question didn't matter. I wanted to stay awake to enjoy the feeling of flying so I had to fight hard. "It'll be Okay, Rosalie. It'll be Okay." Dr. Cullen said the words to me, but to my mind it was very faint. My control was slipping.
Before I knew it, we were at his house and he had laid me in a bed. I was vaguely aware of the fact it was comfortable. If I was going to die, I might as well be comfortable. Dr. Cullen leaned down and whispered, "I'm so sorry." He moved to my neck. Then I felt a pain shoot through my body. I tried to see if I could speak and I was shocked to find I could. "KILL ME. PLEASE. MAKE IT STOP!" Dr. Cullen just continued to apologize and hold my hand. Obliviously he wasn't going to give me the release death offered.
My eyes shut and the fire burned on.
A.N- Okay. I might add on more so if you want more REVIEW!
