"Are you alright now?" He asked, tilting my chin so I'd look at him. My eyes seemed to say it all and he nodded, "Edward is old fashioned, don't resent him for his reluctance." He smiled.
I nodded my head and took his gargantuan hand in my small one, "I don't resent him. I resent myself." I sighed, shaking his hand – thanking him for his efforts – and getting up.
"Hey, just because Edward's an idiot and can't see you for who you are doesn't me we can't." Emmett called as I walked away.
The stairs didn't take long enough to get to my room – I knew that once I got there I would have to think over everything that's happened. Over everyone's reactions and why they happened that way.
The last few steps to my room were almost agony, literally almost everything I should have felt from my emotions came crashing down on me dangerously fast.
As I passed the first room I heard a noise, a lovely noise that reminded me of my childhood. So I couldn't help myself from opening that door, to see the final member that would complete the Cullen family.
The door opened silently, when I peered in I could see a woman with beautiful blonde hair, she was combing it like in an old fashioned movie – humming a tuneless song to herself.
She was wearing a white silk dress, one just like Marilyn Monroe's on that faithful night – it shocked me how much prettier this vampire was than her. She seemed to know it as well; she looked into the mirror lustfully at herself.
Then her eyes shot to mine, staring right through them into my very soul – and she didn't like what she saw. A look or hate came onto her face, she snarled ferociously at me.
I didn't react; all I could think about is how she changed from this serene woman to a horrible beast in a few seconds – all from seeing someone such as me.
It took me a few seconds of silence within my own head to figure out she was saying something, then time came trundling back to me along with her bitter towards.
"Didn't you hear me? Get out!" She screamed throwing something at me; it hit my chest and winded me.
"I-I'm sorry." I coughed, closing the door and running for my room, locking the door behind me. I ran to the corner and collapsed into a fetal position.
I heard several people climbing the stairs, all towards me – someone knocked on my door but I ignored them. I was too busy listening to the bollocking the vampire next door was getting.
"Rosalie! Do you have any idea how frightened she is?" Jasper yelled, banging on her door louder and louder.
The knocking on my door was hurting my ears it was so loud, added to the shouting and screaming I just couldn't handle it.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Please!" I screamed, covering my ears and sobbing.
Everything stopped at once; the banging was gone and so was the screaming but my sobbing was still loud and clear. I didn't hear anyone move over my own sobbing, but what I could hear was Carlisle and Esme talking on the other side of the door in hushed voices.
"What are we going to do? I'm beginning to think this was a bad idea – it's too much, too soon." Carlisle said; I could hear him scratching his head anxiously.
"The poor dear's frightened to death; I don't blame her for her outburst." Esme defended.
"Yes, but what if she gets another fright?" Carlisle asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm saying that...maybe if she got scared enough she might turn to violence – you know she's still young." He said sadly.
I stopped breathing, they wanted rid of me...I guess I would just have to accept it; it wasn't really a shock to be honest. All good things come to an end.
"No, no you aren't taking her from me." Esme said, her voice breaking a little.
"You know I don't want to do that but I'm thinking over what's best for her Esme..." Carlisle said; I could almost imagine his forehead creasing; he was so compassionate.
"But think about it Carlisle, you're a confused child, changed too young – never been loved before, the only reason you exist is to scare someone, after that no one wants to know you. You're locked up like some wild animal, and your entire existence lies in some lunatic's hands!" She stopped and I heard her take a few steps, was she pacing?
"Then you move to a house, its clean, pleasant there are people there who give you a room, possessions, take you hunting the way you've always desired but never thought of; and when you go hunting; the space to run and breath overwhelms you to new levels, it gets you dancing throughout the forest like the wind itself..." She took a struggling breath, "And it seems that they instantly like you...all except two. But they don't hide it, one looks at you like you're a piece of garbage, making you challenge your very instincts to defend yourself. Then the other frightens you into running away rather than defending yourself, that's a lot of fear." Esme said, I could hear her crying – they weren't sobs, it was actually crying I could hear. The way she spoke so passionately about me made me want to open to door and envelope her into my arms.
"Imagine if that was your life, you were never in charge, never given a choice and always hated by someone." I heard her footsteps stop, "Tell me you wouldn't break down–" Carlisle cut her off.
"Bu–"
"TELL ME YOU WOULDN'T CARE CARLISLE!" She screamed, I jumped half a foot in the air it was that unexpected. "Then I'll agree with you about sending her away to die." She hissed, storming downstairs.
Carlisle sighed and walked down one flight of stairs and then into his office, once he closed the door I could hear nothing more than the air flowing in and out of my lungs. Everything else was dead.
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