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Chapter II: Break Down.

Rosalie's point of view

I stopped the song I was playing on my beautiful piano; "Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven. I looked at the sun; it was rising again, the beginning of a new day. For mortals, the new day means new opportunities; to amend mistakes, to ponder the mystery of their future and improve it. A new day for humans was exciting and unplanned, they don't know what could happen no matter if it's good or bad… but that is what life is all about, isn't it?

What was a new day to me? It did not make any difference. For me the sun will be eternal; always rising, always setting. There was no excitement in it. I could bear witness to the even for as long as I wished. I didn't lose sleep, I sacrificed nothing to watch it. And what did it mean for me anyway? Change? Mystery? Nothing would change for the rest of my days… I would always be beautiful, young, vain, selfish Rosalie Hale. No chance of a mysterious future; but still hoping for the best. It seemed my life would always be the same. Always, literally.

Today was April 1st. It is been 4 years to be exact, since my death. Memories of his malevolent face fill my eyes and mind, his horrendous, loud laugh that echoed in my head. I could still smell his smell and feel their hands all over me.…

NO. I tried to shout those thoughts down, but they were just there and wouldn't disappear just because I demanded it.

"You are so beautiful, my lady. Show us, Rose. Show us how beautiful you are!" he laughed as he ripped my jacket to shreds. "Look at that, did it hurt, Rosalie?" More laughs coming from the others. I was too terrified to say or do anything else but moan for the pain as he tore my jacket off, hurting me as he did. "Come on, my beautiful, young Goddess!" and there it was, right on my face, the first of many innumerable blows. In that moment I started to cry, knowing that the man I had thought was my Prince Charming, would soon become my murderer. There was a look in his eyes; I knew he would have no compunction in killing me. I knew then, that his face would be one of the last things I would ever see. Not my brothers, or children…just his face, laughing with amusement and pleasure at my death and defilement. "Now I'm going to make you mine, Rosalie, and theirs after." He put his hands where he nor they shouldn't. "No, no, please…please, don't!" Another slap in my face…

I came back, and I was gasping for the air I did not need. I felt my throat dry, my sobs were there, silent and bitter. I controlled myself for Emmett, probably he heard me already but even so, I didn't want him to see me broken like this. He knows there is something about my past, but at the same time, he does not know what it is. I do not want him to know… I had undergone a proud upbringing and the only thing I liked about my mother, aside from the inherent beauty, was the fact that she never cried. She had instilled in me, the virtue that crying is a weakness, and weakness could not be tolerated.

But the end of this story was not so bad, was it? I took my revenge upon them all… now my eyes and mind were filled with nothing but his scared face, his swearing and prayers, his begging for compassion, him calling me namesin an attempt to drive me away, and finally the request I was so desperate to hear. Now I was the one who's smile was malevolent. Now my smile turned to a low laugh… I looked at the now blue spring sky knowing that Royce was not in that splendid place called Heaven or Paradise. The place I had sent him, was beneath me…as he had once forced me to be.

A shiver went down my spine; not an unpleasant one. I knew a part of me ought to regret what I had done to them; at least on a moral level, if not a personal one. I had displayed outward sincerity and genuine regret to Carlisle and Esme, I didn't bother lying to Edward. They thought that I was sorry, at least to a very small extent. But I wasn't sorry. I was very happy about it actually. The only thing I was sorry about was that I had only been allowed to kill them once.

I took a deep breath and tried to exhale all the bitterness from my system. It didn't want to leave me though. I was tied to my memories; good or bad.

*

Emmett's Point of View

I could hear the sudden interruption of Rosalie's song as she sat on the piano. This last week she had been quiet and melancholic. I knew what was hanging between us; her past. A big, dark cloud separating us from proper closeness, not just physical intimacy. I would be so relieved if she just told me what happened in her past; if she just let me help her, I knew we could move past it. I knew I could help her. But its like she doesn't want any help. I love her and all, but its painful to see her that way and her stubborn nature is preventing from letting me help.

I came out from the shower and stared at myself in the mirror, after wrapping a towel around my waist. I wasn't that different as a vampire than when I was human. I was still big, with curly hair… the most notable difference was my eyes, by now they were more light orange, no more red definitely. I was proud of that, at least.

Rose was sobbing. Should I or shouldn't I go to her…? I wasn't sure about what to do. When my little sisters cried I was the one who would comfort them. Not even our mother could make them laugh and smile like I could. But this was different. Rosalie wasn't my sister and I didn't even know what the problem was. Judging by the way she was sobbing, I guessed making her laugh wasn't exactly a good idea too.

After I got dressed, silently I entered the dining room. She sat on the little piano stool, looking at the big window beside her. She was laughing now, bitterly intermingled with tears. She couldn't go on like this forever. She had to tell me. No-one could last like this without breaking down and she was almost breaking down now. The pain of seeing her like that was startling. My protective instincts over her had just increased massively.

"Rose," I said softly. "You stopped playing. What happened?"

She jumped a little, not sensing my presence. She was obviously wrapped up in whatever she was thinking about, to not sense me six feet away.

"What are you doing here? You know I don't like it when you just show up out of nowhere!"

"I…I just came in. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you." But of course, I did.

She looked angry, I knew it wasn't really about me. "Well don't do it again!"

"Rose, if you let me say it… don't get mad! I…just want to know why you've been so numb this week. Its like you're not here…I don't need to know what happened, just to know that you'll let me help you… please." Where in the hell did that came from? Now her face is in shock; she just doesn't know what to say for almost two minutes.

"There is nothing wrong or bad with me," she said, without any feeling in her voice "Now if you allow me to, I'm going hunting."

"You went yesterday. Please Rose, darling, don't avoid me and don't tell me there's nothing wrong… I'm not that stupid," I said while I stood in her way of the entrance door, trying to be polite while I did. "Just… share the load with me… I can help…"

"STOP! I'm not a porcelain doll, nor a defenceless little child so STOP treating me like that! Now if you could, please get out of my way!" Her eyes were fierce and decided. I let her go out into the forest and made my decision. I would pay her back the way she saved me, doing nothing but saving her as well… for now I decided to let her be alone for a few hours, maybe she would clear her mind a bit. I sat on the piano's little bench and filled my nose with her scent…indescribably sad for us both.


I know my story is getting very anguish... But in future chapters will be some humor and fun... I just want to develop my characters deeply first. I just love Rosalie and Emmett' s anguish... Most Rosalie's, I just see a lot of myself in her ^^'. Thanks so much if you read, but I will be glad if you review the story and make suggestions! Bye AmyAW. Ps: thanks again to my beautiful Beta sugarbucket