After having a conversastion with myself(no I'm not a physco), I decided to make this "Rosalie's" chapter. I have some really good ideas for it, so have fun reading it!
"I would paint your name in red on the wall of this house, just to symbolize how much I disregard you."
-Anoymous
It's official. Rosalie Lillian Hale has officially cracked. In all my several decades of living Immortal I never thought it would be so painful. I hate only to be hated back. It was becoming obvious, and very clear on my intellect, that I missed Emmett. More and more each day. I missed his curly brown locks, his muscular frame. Heck, I even missed his jokes that made no sense. And as of now, I'd give anything to hear his laugh. It's not anybody else's fault but my own. I'm alone now, a creature living in a dark and damp World. A creature so out of it, so prudent, that I'm invisible. Nobody sees me.
I glanced outside to see the sun shining through some clouds. If Life were only like fiction-movies, than the sun would have potential to burn me from the outside-in. If only I could have my real Life back. If only I were a human dreaming right now. But i'm not human. I'm a monster. And I'm definitley not dreaming.
I was probably killing Jasper right now. Probably making him squirm all over the floor, probably even making his eyes roll back and forth. And I could picture little Alice- her tiny arms trying to control him, trying to soothe him. But really, she couldn't soothe him without soothing me, and I can never be soothed. That's the strange dynamics of being dead. The strange dynamics of all Life.
I stood up, stretched and stood infront of the mirror that hung from the wall. My eyes were darker than the usual, mostly because i've been locked up in here for the past two days. Refusing to eat. My fingers traced the arces on my face, made their way along the texture of my lips, the muscle in my jaw. And for a split-second, I decided something. I was ugly. Uglier than the human, even. I was ugly from the start.
In a furious-marked-moment I slammed my fist against the mirror and it shattered in several, distinct pieces. Only small parts of the mirror remained and now my face was cut in half. Just like my Life. I flung my door open and marched down the hall, ignoring the shocked expression Alice shared as she stood in the hallway, watching me pass She probably had a good idea of what I planned to do, considering she's always snooping into other people's future. Does she ever look into her own?
I slung Edward's door open, and stepped inside. It was just as he left it. Plain, classic, and boring. Well. I sure can fix this up for him! Stepping further inside, I grinned and reached over to the roll of CD's mounted to his walls. My finger lightly touched the case of each, and in the blink of an eye, I grabbed all the CD's and flung them across the room. I flung some so hard they left dents, and some even broke in half. Alice and Jasper were standing in the doorway, gawking. "What?" I screamed as I clawed the black couch to pieces. White cotton appeared everywhere.
"Rosalie! Stop it!" Alice screamed. I ignored her. I ignore everybody who gets in my way. Next was the stereo. I grabbed it and through it against the wall, making the whole house shudder. In dissapointment, I noticed I hadn't broken it. Completely. So, I picked it up, slung it over my head and flung it at the window. The window broke in a sizzling crack and I heard the stereo crack into dozens of pieces. "Serves the bastard right!" I yelled. Jasper and Alice tried to convince me to stop, but I wasn't letting on. This was my time to take reign. And Edward deserved this.
I got bored a few hours later and decided to plop down on the floor, laying down ontop of several broken items. Esme walked in and then walked straight back out; gasping. I laughed. It didn't take long for my 'family' to realize what I already had. I had finally ruined my defenses, cracked my emotions, destroyed my life, and drowned my meaning. I was Rosalie Hale. The Rosalie Hale nobody had seen before.
Later that night, I walked down and sat in the kitchen; peering outside. Carlisle was suddenley beside me, his hands in his pockets. It was no longer sunny for the clouds had taken dominance. Carlisle cleared his throat. "Rosalie." He spoke gently. I chuckled. I had already taken out my anger, I wasn't sure if I had any left. "Carlisle." I greeted quietly. I could see his reflection through the window, and he was nodding, approving. I grimaced.
"Rosalie...You can talk to me. If all else fails, you always have myself." He said coming to stand infront of me, and blocking my view from the outside World. I sighed. "Carlisle. You have always been lovely to me. Always. Like a father, indeed." I replied, rubbing my temples, feeling for some sort of human pulse. "But I cannot stay here any longer." Carlisle sighed taking his hands out of his pockets and putting them on the table.
"If that is your decision, I wont try to change your mind. But please, think it over. We love you Rosalie. You are apart of our family. So is Bella, and Emmett, and Edward. No matter where Life takes any of you, you we'll always be part of our lives. Even if we are not of yours." Carlisle spoke in such a manner that made me want to sob. I nodded, dismissing him. He only padded my shoulder, and walked away. Carlisle was a great leader. And many people followed him. But I was not a leader. And I was not a follower. I was nothing. Only a mark on a piece of paper drawn distinctly to be erased.
I walked to my room, pulled out a suitcase and sat many varieties of clothes in it. Clothes I'd probably end up never wearing. This would be my last time here. Last time seeing the ones that I once loved. Still loved, and cared for. But who I could not face. I hadn't the power.
Alice appeared beside me, her arms across her chest. "Africa, huh?" She asked, almost uninterested. I nodded. "I may change my mind. Maybe Europe. Norway or something. Spain, perhaps?" I laughed, and Alice did too. No matter what, we still shared some sort of bond. "Red and green and black is the in-color in South Africa." Alice smirked. I smiled at that. She was always on top of fashion. And maybe that was our bond toward each other- fashionistas.
Alice helped me pack my clothes, and she helped me carry it out to my car. "Alice..." I sighed, grabbing her by the shoulders, and looking down at her. "You will always be a sister to me. I've hurt this family enough, and now I must leave it. Please, tell Jasper goodbye. And tell Esme I'm sorry." I said pecking a kiss on her cheek and hopping into my glossy, red car. Alice stood there, paralyzed, blank-faced. Probably having a vision or something. I turned the car on and rolled out of the driveway.
Forks would always be a memory inside my mind. A file stored and never to be opened. The only past I've ever cared about would be emotionally erased, and would eventually be forgotten. But not completely forgotten. I would always remember, that is, if I chose to.
SO??? I know. I know. I really loved writing this. I do admit that I wish I could've done better writing the "Rosalie goes insane" scene, but what the heck, this suffices. I'm not sure if I should have Rosalie return, or not. What do you guys think? Post your opinions, and i'll most likely consider the majority. And if you think Rosalie should come back in the story, please explain how and when and why! Thanks you guys:) REVIEW PLEASE!
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PS- Some of the words from previous chapters just DISAPEARED! It made me so mad, because for new-comers of my story, it's difficult to grasp. So..IDK what to do? Note to newcomers- I really didn't write the story with blotches of words missing. I just dont know what happened. I'm so sorry!
