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Pain is Beauty

'It's ok Rose, it's ok, everything's going to be OK.' Royce assured me as I drifted in and out of consciousness, his voice waving in with the silence around us.

I opened my eyes and saw Veronica shooting Royce tearful glares through her hands. Royce was unaware. He was too busy trying to appear the perfect husband.

'Royce…Royce…' I said quietly, barely even talking. 'What's happening…?'

'It's OK, baby, it's OK, you're going to be fine.' Royce patted my hand.

But I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel anything. I didn't even know where I was.

'Where…where am i…?' I whispered. My eyes were opening and closing, flickering quickly then slowing down; as if I was dreaming in a slumber.

'You're still at home…Do you remember what happened?' I opened my eyes and gazed up at my husband. His eyes were wide, with a hidden meaning in the hardness of them. 'Do you remember what happened?' he repeated; and I could see his hand grip harder at mine.

I glanced around the room that I was in…trying….trying to remember.

I was in the spectacularly lit hall, and I was lying at the bottom of the staircase. I had no recollection about how I got here, but it couldn't have been good.

I revolved my head back slightly – and whimpered in pain. Something was pounding, and as I pressed my head to the floor, a red-hot feeling raced through my veins; and started screaming as it reached my brain.

I caught sight of Veronica; who was cowering in a corner. She was huddled up, shaking, her hands over her eyes and a crying noise was escaping her lips.

Her hands moved away and I stared into her tear-washed eyes. They were begging me…begging me not to ask.

'N-No…Royce…I don't…' my voice was dipping and increasing in pitch, and I felt my eyes grow wet with pain. I was so scared, I had no idea what had happened…but I was so sure that I hadn't been at the bottom of the stairs.

Royce's eyes visibly got wider and then relaxed. The coldness evaporated, and a creepy smile settled on his face.

'Good…That's good…'

I lay my head back down on the floor and closed my eyes. 'How-how did I get here?'

The room was silent and my world blacked again, but the cussing of Royce stirred me.

'Fuck it, Veronica! Just go along with the fucking plan!'

A choking noise followed that.

My blues fluttered open and I glanced at the scene between Veronica and Royce. His arms were outstretched, his hands wrapped around her slim neck. He was shaking her, pressing his thumbs into her windpipe.

I didn't know what to do. I was lying in my own blood, watching my husband slowly strangle my favorite maid.

'O-o-ok…' Veronica choked out the words, and Royce threw her aside, where she crumpled to the floor, to regain her crying position.

Then, Royce noticed my eyes open, and rushed to my side. 'Baby, it's ok, it's ok.'

'What happened?' my voice was stronger.

But something overtook me. Something so powerful, it had me writhing on the floor, my eyes rolling back into my head and my mouth opening so I was screaming at the top of my lungs.

Blood spots exploded in my eyes, and I could feel the flow of blood I hadn't noticed before getting heavier and thicker from my abdomen.

I screamed again, letting it work its way all the way up from the end of my toes to the last hair on my head. It had a glass-shattering effect.

'ROSALIE! CALM DOWN!' Royce screamed, diving to my side to shove his hand roughly over my mouth; and thrusting a towel between my legs to absorb the flow.

I opened my eyes, vision blurry.

'Quick, before they come, Veronica. Get your fucking story straight!' Royce turned his direction from the maid to me; glaring down with fear-filled eyes, his hand still on my mouth.

I closed my eyes against the pain, and began sobbing loudly.

'Damn.' Royce's bodiless voice said, and I felt the cool air as it rushed in where his hand had left.

'I'm going to go get another towel. While I'm gone, tell Rose the story.' He hissed, and I heard him turn on his heel, his foot steps echoing along the hallway.

There was silence.

'Mrs. King…Mrs. King, I am so sorry.' Veronica was sobbing next to me, and her hand found mine. She gripped it tight, and began telling me how I got here.

'You were walking along the landing upstairs…and I called you down for dinner advice…but you slipped on a bit of carpet that I must have uprooted…and you slipped and fell…you blacked out for a while, but you started bleeding. We called a doctor to rush around right away…he'll be here so soon…' Veronica's voice didn't sound normal, and when I opened my bloody eyes I saw a swelling purple mark over her eye…that hadn't been there before.

Although I didn't remember any of that, it didn't make sense.

The last thing I remember was coming home from meeting Royce's friends…

Something SLAMMED inside my head. It was like a brick wall had suddenly built up, and I couldn't remember anything past it.

'Are…are you sure, Veronica? I cant remember anything like that…' I muttered, rolling my head from side to side, getting my golden hair more bloody than it already was.

'I'm sure, miss.' But Veronica's voice was tinged with fear.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and the handle turned.

A tall, strikingly handsome young man walked in, clad in a white lab coat and carrying a small bag with a cross on it.

My heart stopped, for this was the man who I believed could beat me in a beauty contest.

His sparkling blue eyes met mine and he smiled a grim smile, rushing to my side quickly, whilst saying:

'Rosalie, I'm Doctor Carlisle Cullen; everything is going to be OK.'

I don't know what it was; maybe the blood pouring from me or the fact that everyone kept saying: 'its going to be OK.', but whatever the reason, I lost consciousness at that precise moment.

Or maybe it was the sight of Dr. Dreamy?

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