Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Wicked, by Nancy Holder. MUST CHECK OUT! Like, whole inspiration for this story came from that book! :)

A rap on the door.

That was the resonance that changed my life.

Normal populaces probably don't habitually dwell on these kinds of straightforward things. Even after something so trouble-free could bring such a catastrophe. Conceivably some people just move on.

I was not one of those people.

My brother had always called me sturdy, perhaps not in size, but expressively. And my husband had always agreed with him.

They were both mistaken.

If I was indeed strong, I would have been able to handle the straightforward things of everyday life; a rap on the door, a carriage sounding, a married couple pecking, a girl and her little brother in the market.

But I was not strong. Every time the simplest little effects would happen in my being, tears would erupt.

At first, it had gotten to the point where I couldn't even look my infant in the eye. Thinking myself a terrible mother, I would lock myself in my room and snivel. Then, I'd found solace in one thing – shears.

I only scored myself once every day or two, when the pain was unbearable. Then, it steadily got better. My babe was full of life once again and I cared for her.

Then an acquaintance found the shears and the blood. She wanted to send me to, as we called it when we joked around when we were all still silly little broods, a round-the-bend-house.

I was having none of that. She suggested she acquire and look after my daughter. I reluctantly agreed. I just needed to be in and of myself for a while.

I did not improve.

The quiet domicile drove me to the precipice of lunacy, and when I couldn't take it to any further extent, I did it.

I took my own soul.

A.N. SUPAH short, but it was kind of just a filler. This is probably all I'm doing for this time period. :) A MYSTERY chapter. Yeah, it sucks, don't laugh, please. But hopefully it will get better.

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Rose.