Augenblicke - The Twilight Twenty-Five - Round 8

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Prompt: #10

Pen name: TiramiSue84

Pairing/Characters: Rosalie

Rating: M

Word count: 482

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She walks along the trail with slumped shoulders, staring at the ground, hiding her face with the hood of her black sweater. The linen bag she clutches tightly to her chest jingles and clangs with every step she takes. She doesn't care for the century-old trees reaching for the cloud-covered sky, or the lush green surrounding her; she just walks on over beaten paths toward her destination. The bright red breaks through the branches like a beacon calling her forward, and she quickens her step. However, when the young girl is a mere foot away from the well, she falters, pauses for a moment.

Slowly, her gaze set on the wooden plaque dangling from the shingled roof, she pulls the hood off her head in an almost devoutly manner. Her blonde hair comes loose and, framing her pale, blank face, falls down past her tense shoulders.

Dreams come true here.

Make a wish. Throw a coin.

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Since 1826

Her chest heaves as she inhales deeply, her lips quiver as she exhales while walking right up to the thick stone frame. Glancing into the seemingly endless abyss in front of her, she retrieves a single coin from the depths of her bag.

"I wish for Emmett McCarty to take me to prom." Sealing the deal with a fleeting kiss to the soiled surface, she lets the coin drop into the darkness of the funnel.

She takes another one out. "I wish for him to make me smile and kiss me like they do in the movies."

"I wish for Emmett to be my boyfriend." This time, three coins get thrown away.

She grabs for more. "I want him to love me and treat me right."

She hesitates for a second before thrusting her hand into the bag once more. "I want him to destroy all the ugliness and make it better." A whole handful of copper is send flying over the edge.

"I want him to take care of me, protect me." Her chin starts to quiver as she fumbles for more coins.

"I need him to save me from myself." More follow. "And them. Save me from them." Her breath quickens; tears don't waste time clinging to lashes, but fall freely, rapidly.

She's frantic. Cents, tears, parts of her soul - she spills them all. "I need these scars to vanish. Make them undone. Please!"

A fist slams down on solid stone. "The words, the looks, the fists. Take them! FUCKING TAKE THEM!"

And then she crumbles; shaky legs are giving in and she lets herself fall to the ground, drained."Make it stop. Just... make it stop. Please. I can't take it anymore... I'm not strong enough for this." Her voice breaks then, reducing her remaining words to a mere whisper.

"I can't go back home."

All typos and errors and nonsense are mine. :)

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