Author's Note: HEY! I'm back from my long vacation. I'm sorry for that. I was busy between school, and finals, and dance, and everything. So I'm back but I'm going to Japan in about a week so I might update one more chapter of this before then. Or another story. If I can't I'm sorry. I still have to pack so….sorry again. When I return I'll try to update.

Sorry again.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or any characters other then my own. I own the plot though.

Enjoy!

The next two weeks went faster than I expected. Every day the craziness from the wedding plans grew and everyone got happier. I just sunk deeper and deeper into my depression. I missed Jake. I longed for him. I missed how he was always there. Always wiping away the tears as they rolled down my cheeks. But for those two weeks, every tear I would cry would hit the floor.

I woke up that morning to the sun shining brightly through my window.

How ironic. The sun's shining on my darkest day.

There was a sound coming from outside my door, almost like a faint knocking.

"You can come in dad."

After a few seconds of silence my door opened and my father stepped into my room, looking concerned and scared.

"Dad?"

"I'm fine. Really. I just-…I just want you to be happy and you can't now-"

"Dad, I am-"

"Rosalie, you fell asleep crying…again."

"So?"

"Rose I'm so sorry for this. Please don't do this to yourself. Don't marry him-"

"And risk my family's life!"

"But Rose you love Jacob."

"Dad!"

"Oh…right."

Just by hearing his name brought the pain back. The pain in my chest got heavier as hot tears rolled down my cheeks, blurring my vision. I missed him. I wanted him there with me. But I knew better than to think a fantasy true.

He probably already moved on. Don't waste your time.

My brain wouldn't stop thinking those thoughts. I knew they weren't true but I couldn't convince myself. My mind just kept pressing those thoughts more and more.

"Rose?"

I instantly snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of my dad's voice. He reached a hand over and wiped the tears before they fell to the floor like they normally did.

"You're going to be ok. I promise."

"I-I know."

"No. Things will get better. Trust me."

"What are you-"

"Come on. You have to get ready."

The three hours passed in a blur. All I remember was thinking about how I was going to live being Rosalie McCarty.

"Okay…you're all set. We'll get you when it's time." I only nodded at the small red-head I've come to see as my best friend.

"Victoria?"

"Yes Rosie?"

"I-I…..thank you." She smiled in return and left. I saw a small tear roll down her cheek as she walked out of the room.

Tori and Emmett dated in high school until he left her for me. I felt horrible about what I put her through, even if it was unintentional. It was defiantly hard for her, I saw it on her face when she saw me in the dress. Having her old love and her new best friend getting married, she must've been in a great deal of pain.

I walking in front of the mirror, but the girl looking back at me wasn't what I expected. She had my blonde hair, pale skin, and face, but it wasn't me. I looked at her eyes, so empty, full of sadness, nothing shone like it used to. The sparkle, the liveliness that once lived in those eyes, completely gone. As if to never return. I looked down her body. She was wearing a white, sleeveless, lace gown with a veil running down her back and a short train at her feet. In the back of my mind I knew that girl was me, but I didn't want to believe it. She had my beauty, just my life. She was existing, not living.

"I always being happy on my wedding day." I said in a choked whisper.

The bells soon started to ring and Victoria came back through the doors of my changing room in her light blue, bride's maid's gown.

"Tori? Are you mad?"

"No…why?"

"You look it. I'm sorry."

She smiled softly and hugged me, "Don't be. You didn't do anything. I'm mad at Emmie for putting you through this. Your parents don't control this wedding, and neither does his. He does. If he says no, this wedding is over. But he won't. He wants to do this to you. He doesn't even really care about you. Not trying to be mean, but he's just using you for sex Rose. I'm sorry."

"I-I know his plan Tor. I just didn't know he was in charge here. I thought his parents would've at least put some kind of a leash on him to keep him under control."

She laughed weakly and smiled at me. I'm going to miss her.

"We should go. Can't keep his majesty waiting."

I followed her to the front of the church and saw my dad there waiting for me.

"Good luck." She whispered as she let go of my am and walked up the isle to my future husband.

My dad held his arm out and smiled at me. Smiling back I held onto him with dear life. Not wanting him to give me to that bastard. We were soon walking up the isle, well him dragging me, as the song changed to the wedding song.

Throughout the wedding I just stared at the door, hoping someone would burst through them and save me from this horrible fate.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." My eyes shot to the pastor. When did I agree to this?

Emmett wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned in closer. "Remember Rosie, I won't hurt you…much." He chuckled darkly. "But you're Jake isn't her to save you now is he?" I stiffened as he pulled away and I saw the dark and sinister look in his eyes. I turned to Tori who looked equally at terrified and apologetic. Emmett forcefully turned my face back to his and pulled my face to his. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to stop this.

"STOP!"

Emmett pulled away before our lips were able to touch and seal this marriage. I looked down the isle and saw Jake standing there in a tux, glaring at Emmett.

"Stay away from her Emmett! She's not yours!"

"Oh yea?" He grabbed me and pulled me to him.

A loud growl filled the church and so was the sound of foot steps pounding against the ground. Within seconds Jake had Emmett pinned against the far wall. He then got up and left Emmett on the ground and ran over to me. His warm arms wrapped tightly around me, pulling me into the biggest hug I ever received.

A cry of frustration was heard from Emmett's direction. We looked to him to see him holding a gun pointing at Jake, and laughing insanely.

"Oh Rosie! Don't you know that If I can't have you neither can he!"

It happened so fast. All I remember is thinking that I couldn't let Jake get hurt. I pushed him out of the way and fell backwards as something collided with my chest. I remember it getting darker and the faces I once saw clearly were getting blurry. I remember looking down at what collided with my chest. I saw my beautiful white dress, the top completely stained with blood, turning it crimson.

A crimson dress. That would have been a better choice for this wedding.

"ROSE! NO!" I heard Jake last. I felt his arms around me holding me close, begging me to stay with him. But I couldn't. His grip was loosening. All of a sudden I felt like I was falling. His arms no longer there. His voice no longer heard. There was only black. Only an endless, bottomless hole. So this is death…

Hoped you liked it! I tried to make it good enough to make up for my absence. If I don't update for like 3 weeks. Sorry. I love all of you. But I'd rather go to Japan. You understand! R&R!

-Rosie