AN: I made up midnight. A link to to pics is on my profile.
Basic info:
~ Rose is able to push back the memories when other people are around
~She still cares about how she looks but she doesn't want to stand out too much
Wilted Roses
There was blood and pain, so much pain. Then there was him. I tried to get away, I really did, but my legs felt like they were glued to the floor. He was coming closer and I couldn't move. Why couldn't I move? He pinned my hands against the wall and ripped open my shirt.
Oh no, please no. This can't be happening.
I woke up screaming. When I realized it was just a dream I started to sob. It's been two years; why won't he leave me alone? He's always there. When I sleep, he's chasing me. Every time I blink, he's there, behind my eyelids, mocking me. I see his face everywhere I look. I can't get away from him.
It was four in the morning so I decided to go ahead and get in the shower. Might as well get an early start to what was sure to be an awful day. For some reason my parents, who are never home, thought that we should move and today was my first day at Midnight High. That's right; they moved me to a small town called Midnight in Montana! Don't get me wrong, I wanted to move, just not to the middle of nowhere. I am now living in one of the largest houses in the town. It has five bedrooms, six bathrooms, a three car garage, a living room, a den, a game room, and an indoor pool. That's only inside; outside there is a patio, another pool, and a lavish garden with a pond.
My parents are hardly ever home, Mom is in LA for business and Dad is in Maine. They only bought this house so people would notice them; they only care about the material things in life. I used to be that way too, before It happened. I wanted people to see me, to want me. I wanted to stand out and I did. It happened because of that. Before, I was Rosalie Hale, the most popular girl in school and I was only a freshman. Everyone knew my name; I had it all, the money, the looks, the friends. I went to all the parties and all of the best clubs. My life was perfect.
Enough wallowing, I had to get ready for school. I got out of the shower and started applying my makeup, trying to avoid looking at my arms. The cuts, new and old, would just remind me of how fucked up my life really is. With a light layer of makeup on, I started blow drying my hair. Ten minutes later I was done with my hair and trying to find an outfit. I picked out a grey, long sleeved, cashmere sweater and a pair of tight-fitting, dark-wash, jeans. I slipped on my grey suede boots and my black leather jacket.
I just grabbed a pop-tart from the kitchen, donned my backpack and went to the garage. There she was, my baby, my only true friend, my badass black and red 2010 Hayabusa. She was my sixteenth birthday present. It was mid October, so the chance of it raining was slim to none. After rolling her out of the garage and closing the door, I put my long blond hair in a messy bun and slipped on my helmet.
It didn't take long to get to school; there weren't many roads in this ghost town. I was about thirty minutes early so I was one of the only people here. I took off my helmet and let my hair down; it was slightly messy, but in a sexy way. After getting my schedule and a map of the school from the nice lady in the office, I went back to my bike to eat my pop-tart. By the time I finished, other students were starting to arrive, so I went to organize my locker and get ready for first period. Of course, I soon found out that my helmet wouldn't fit and there was no way that I would leave it outside where bugs could get in it. Maybe a teacher would let me leave it in their class room. I looked at my schedule; I had Gym last. I'll see if I can leave it there. Looking at the map I saw that it was just down the hall on the left. The first thing I noticed when I walked in was the smell. To say it was bad would be a huge understatement. It smelled like thirty year old, unwashed gym clothes. There was a red-haired woman on the other side of the room.
She looked up as I approached, "Oh, hello there, can I help you with something?"
"Hi, I'm Rosalie Hale; I was just wondering if I could leave my helmet and jacket in your office. I have Gym last so I could get it then."
"That would be fine," she led me into her office and showed me where to put my stuff. "So, where did you move from?"
"Miami"
"This must be a big change for you."
"Yep, thanks for letting me leave this here."
"It's no problem."
"Well, I have to get to class," I turned and left; that conversation was starting to get too personal.
It was almost time for classes to start, so the halls were full of people. Staring. At me. To distract myself, I looked at my schedule.
A Day:
1st- English- Mr. Bridges
2nd- History- Miss. Gatly
Lunch
3rd- Music- Mrs. Casey
4th- Gym- Mrs. Redding
B Day:
1st- Math- Miss. Veron
2nd- Science- Mr. Poll
Lunch
3rd- Music- Mrs. Casey
4th- Gym- Mrs. Redding
Wow, what is it with small towns and weird names? Today was an A day, so I went to English. I was the first one in the classroom, so I went to the very back, took a seat and pulled out Pride and Prejudice. Just as I was starting to get into it, I felt someone approach my desk.
"Hey, I'm Mike."
I looked up at him; he looked like an over eager puppy. I gave a short nod and went back to reading, making it clear that I didn't want to talk.
"Was that your bike that I saw outside?"
Was he that dense? Maybe he'll go away if I answer.
"Yes," I placated.
"Wow, what kind is it?"
"It's a 2010 Hayabusa."
"Cool, so, I was wondering if you would like for me to show you around town, maybe get a smoothie or something?"
"Sorry, I have to fix my car."
"Well, maybe I could help."
"I can handle it in my own," I snapped. It may have been a little mean, but he couldn't take a hint.
After that, he left me alone. About half way through the class, a piece of paper landed on my desk. At first I thought it was Mike again; I looked at him, but he was having too hard of a time with the worksheet to write a note. I opened and read it.
Wanna eat lunch with me and my friends? We're not as annoying as the other people here; I promise. Look to your left.
I looked to my left and saw a girl with inky black hair staring at me. I thought about it for a second. Her or Mike? Oh, wow, that's a hard choice. I looked back over and gave her a small nod; she smiled and went back to work. The next class passed by pretty fast; I kept my book out and nobody disturbed me.