Hey, it's -IAmCullenized-! This is Pixie Hollow's version of Chapter 5 "Rose".

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As I place my luggage in the trunk, I can't help but watch Bella get into the driver's seat of the Ferrari. When you look at her, you see a small, cute, shy girl that is extremely reserved. You'd never imagine she'd be driving something so...ostentatious. I smile to myself as I picture her driving, hair flying out of control, huge grin, and a laugh that breaks hearts.

I close the trunk after I hear Jasper's voice. I follow them, still unsure where to sit. Jasper sits down immediately in the passenger's seat, while I follow Alice in the back. Emmett and Rosalie start to walk hand-in-hand the other way, toward a red Range Rover.

The car ride suddenly makes me unbearably drowsy. The cool feeling of the wind on my skin makes me feel so at home. The radio was turned up--not too loud, not too low--so no one speaks. I suppose they want to give me space; a chance to take everything in.

A waterfall of calm comes crashing down on my senses. And when I think to Kate, accidentally, I don't feel anything but the calmness, the cold wind.

"Is he okay?" I hear a small whisper, but I don't turn my head to the source.

"He's having a moment." Undoubting, Alice is the one to utter these words. Still, I don't move or say anything, because, this is most relaxed I've felt in a long time.

I hear a small voice suddenly start singing along to an infamous pop song. I don't laugh, I don't speak, I just listen. And I continue to listen until we arrive at our destination.

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I'm being jerked awake by little Alice. "We're here, sleepy head." Her bubbly voice whispers.

"Where?" is all I can say. My throat is thick with sleep.

"At Emmett's house." Bella answers and I realize that it wasn't Alice who woke me up, it was Bella. A smell of strawberries floats to my nose, and I greedily inhale. I want to know where it's coming from, but when I see Bella with a smile on her face and the wind blowing in her hair, I suddenly know. Never in my life have I ever smelt so fascinating. I find myself wanting to press my face into her neck, her hair.

I'm pulled out of my reverie by Emmett's booming voice. He's ordering me to get my luggage and hurry my ass inside the house. I half-smile and retreat to the back of the car, to receive my things.

When I make it to the door, I see Rosalie and Emmett standing there--watching me. "Hello?" I nervously say. Even though they are my family, I can't help but feel nervous.

Emmett laughs. "You're blushing. I've never seen anything so adorable. Are you just captivated my presence?" He teases and earns a giggle from the girls. "Alright, don't answer me; I remember when I use to be funny." He turns to Rose and waits for her giggles to subside. "Show him to his room, madam?"

"Yes, sir." She salutes and grabs my arm, pulling me with her. I almost drop my luggage, but I try not to let it show.

A small room with a desk, bed and a window comes into view. A black comforter covers the queen size bed. It's nothing extravagant, but it makes me feel okay to know that I have my own room. I feel like a child, I think to myself.

Rosalie closes the door behind her. "There's your bed." I place my bags on the bed. "And that's your desk." I place my laptop case on it, along with my wallet. "The window...I put some curtains up, they're obviously a darker shade of brown. I hope that's okay. I tried to go with something that...fits your age?" I can tell she is struggling to be nice; she can tell something's wrong with me. The hesitance soon starts to scare me.

"It's good." I manage a small smile. I walk to the bed and sit, she follows in pursuit. Her blue eyes bore into mine; I see questions swimming in them.

"What?" I say to her, in a low, small voice.

"Something's wrong...but I'm not sure what it is. I thought you were doing okay," she stands, starting to pace.

I sigh, placing my hand up to my hair. "I am, don't assume."

I hear a small gasp and I stare at her, to try and figure out what she's seen that's so...frightening. Following her gaze, I see her eyes lead to my wrist.

The scars.

I groan. "Rosalie--"

"What the fuck?! You're not a whiny teenager! What--" she is speechless, repulsed, and saddened. It's all there in her eyes. She turns away from me. "What made you do that? You need help!" She begins to shout.

I shush her. "Shut up, you don't know what you're talking about." I try to keep my voice level, but it's not working. "I'm not a teenager." I smirk, even though it's childish.

"This is the gayest thing you've ever done." She sneers. But I don't let her show my emotions, I stand there, waiting for her to continue. "It's so gross, you're such a masochist."

"So I've been told." I mutter but she hears it of course.

"Edward, why do you want to hurt yourself?" She shakes her head. "I feel like I'm talking to a teenager..." Of course, she says this under her breath.

"I came here because this chick I was dating decided to leave me. This is the only thing that calms me, it makes me feel like...I don't know, but it makes me good." I realize I'm using my hands as I explain, so I quickly return my hand to my sides.

"Just because some bitch left you doesn't mean you need to go hurt yourself." she scoffs while I roll my eyes.

"You don't fucking know how it feels to lose the one person you've trusted for so long. Don't try to feel like you do know, don't feel sorry for me." My voice is low and menacing, and suddenly, I'm standing. "This is my only release; it's my only get away. Yes, it is kinda childish, but it's the only way I can actually feel something that is actually real, because obviously what I had with Kate wasn't." Her eyes start to tear as I finish telling my story. "I love feeling like I'm in control of what I'm feeling; you've got to understand that. It feels so fucking good." I close my eyes and make an effort to calm myself.

"God, Edward, you sound like a drug addict." Tears stream down her face as she attempts to joke. One of her defense mechanisms. "You need to have some help...maybe go to a therapist to talk about this. Don't resort to something so...stupid. You have people who love you--"

"If I wanted a guilt trip, I would've asked for one." I cut her off. I notice my eyes are becoming blurred. Fuck. "I came here to start over, please, give me that. Don't take me back to the place that hurts so much."

"You sound like a little girl." She continues to cry, but smiles a genuine smile.

Silence feels the air, and her crying subsides. I hear loud footsteps, so I begin to speak again, fast and quietly. "Don't tell anyone. If you do...I swear..."

"Rose," Emmett's voice fills the cold air. "Everything alright?"

"Everything is fine." Is her curt reply.

"Are you crying?" A worried Emmett walks over to her.

"No..uh, well hm, yes. I was." I glance at her worriedly. "Edward told me something so sad..." I start to panic; I look for some kind of escape. Maybe the window? Emmett's large frame is in front of the door, so I can't go there...shit.

"This story, a love story." Shut up, Rosalie! "It just came out in theaters; Edward said it's really good. Really touching." She lies.

Thank you.

"Hm, I've always wondered about, Edward." Is Emmett's caring response. Rosalie throws me a look that's filled with pity. I turn away and hear her retreating footsteps.

I sigh as I start to unpack my luggage.

Day one, not so great.