Chapter 10

(Nightmares POV)

She was lying on her bed in the clock tower, it seemed she had been affected by some sort of mushroom but until she woke up and told me what it looked like I could only guess. All the role holders were gathered around and there thoughts were filled with confusion and/or worry. It seems they had all taken a liking to her despite her cold personality, she started shaking lightly a frown on her face, Grey came up to me and asked me if she was okay, it seemed like she was going to wake up I looked at her face, she looked innocent when she was asleep, I could hear others In the room thinking that also and it gave me a twisted feeling in my stomach to know that.

It had been a few hours now and she still hadn't awoke, it would be likely that she was dead if Ace hadn't gone and confirmed her heart was still beating by putting his face to her chest, this had aroused anger in Peter and they had stared fighting but it didn't last long.

Lots of the role holders were getting bored now and were thinking about leaving it didn't seem like she was ill any more until she started talking in her sleep "Go away" she said but in her voice was something I hadn't heard in her before - fear. She carried on moaning for a while and Vivaldi came and took her hand, she thought Rosalie was cute and me, knowing that she had a soft spot for cute things, understood why.

Someone as adorable as Rosalie shouldn't be put through this much pain, the queen thought, little did she know that Rosalie's life on the surface had given her much more pain than this.

Tears were coming out of Rosalie's eyes now, only a few but enough to notice. She must be having a nightmare, I went to see what it was. I could feel my face pale when I saw what it was, the other role holders looked at me when they noticed the tears, Peter went to wipe them away. All the role holders faces turned grim when they saw my ashen expression about the outsiders nightmare. I couldn't hep the tear of sympathy that fell from my silver eyes.

(Rosalie's POV)

I was terrified, it was the same thing that happened last time, tears were pouring down my face, "Stop!" I screamed between sobs, he didn't - my father, the monster the ruthless killer, the assassin boss. In his arms was my mother she was crying telling me to go, blood was dripping of her face. "Stop it daddy!"

He sliced the knife between the ribs and then slowly, painfully yanked it out again. My mother was gasping for breath blood rushing out of her, my father dropped her on the floor. I ran over to her, "Mummy! Don't die" I sobbed. "Baby" she said through her pain gently stroking my hair with her blood stained hands, I put my hands over her chest trying to stop the blood from coming out. Then my dad, whose presence I almost forgot, came up to me in his hand were bandages, he put his mouth close to my face and whispered to me "Ah, my baby Rose, its up to you to save her if you don't do the bandages right and take to long it will be your fault" I cowered away in fear of him after he stuffed the bandages in my hands. At the time I couldn't recognise what the smell coming from his mouth was, now I know it to be alcohol.

I tried to wrap the bandages around her. "Don't leave me" I cried out again and again to her. It seems she didn't listen because that night she died and it was my fault, like my Dad said I should've been able to fix her.

I opened my eyes, tears were running down my face, I felt ill, I tucked my knees up to my chest and brawled my eyes out. Nightmare came up to me "Its okay Rosalie, its not your fault, you didn't know you were only a little kid." he comforted me and I wrapped my arms around his waist and cried into his chest all the while the other role holders were staring in shock at why I was crying, it really was unexpected I had promised myself I wouldn't cry about it again and especially not in front of anyone but I couldn't help it. The pain was killing me, the physical pain that had come from the damned mushrooms was eating away at me making me feel terrible but it was nothing compared to the emotional pain freeing my heart over with those bad memories. I started coughing, I could feel the blood rising in my throat it went all over the floor, I had stopped crying now but he tears were still on my face, my head was spinning and I was faintly aware of the voices of the panicked role holders and I could feel my self being lifted up, I could hear someone saying I needed to go to the hospital and I could hear rising voices of panic and I had a feeling I was moving, I was about to black out again but not before I could I looked up to see who was carrying me, and much to my surprise I saw a worried looking Blood. His face was the last thing I saw before slipping into unconsciousness