We're gonna start this with a huge thank...( Pretend like I'm in front of you- wait uhhh just make up what you think I'll look like ) I want to give a HUGE THANK YOU to all of you guys who favorited/Followed this story! Sadly I will not be continuing this after this chap - Kidding Nah But I really want to thank you guys. It means aaaaaaa loooootttttttt to me when you give me some feedback. Also the favorites and follows are making a very special 14 year old...( me ) happy. Oh shucks I'll shut up right now. Whelp here's chapter eight!

Rated: T ( I think I've already stated that I'm only 14 so many times, so let's leave it at that yeah? )

Disclaimer: Don't own the Twilight series. Ya knowknowI always cry myself to sleep just because of the fact that I don't own the Twilight series.

Summary: White Roses were the purest of them all. They symbolize love, peace and promise. Yet Bella just didn't understand how this white Rose had been tainted black.

Pairings: Bella/Rosalie, Little bit of Bella/Edward, Emmett/Casey, Jasper/Alice, Esme/Carlisle, those are just the main ones for now.

She Keeps Me Warm

Charlie Swan was beyond confused when he walked in to check on his daughter. Only find a sleeping Bella small whimpers escaping her lips thrashing around restlessly calling out Edwards name. Even more when he spotted Rosalie Hale sitting in the desk chair turned to have a perfect view of his distarught daughter. He felt a small pang in his chest as he silently watched Rosalie's expression morph into a pained frown. He didn't think he could ever get the sight out of his head. The blonde looked as though someone was causing her physical pain. Like her world was slowly crumbling at just the sight of Bella having what seemed to be a nightmare. He had never seen someone look so pained. It made him shift in discomfort that it was Rosalie who looked as such; and he knew it was partially due to his inability to deal with anything emotional wise, yet he couldn't figure out the large amount of disappointment at the scene. It was an odd feeling he had that they shouldn't be in a position like that.

He blinked when her eyes shot to his so quick he almost lost his footing. She looked shocked at his appearance - Like she should have heard him even before he entered the room - they stared silently the only noise coming from the distressed brunette. After a few moments of her stare, he grew incredibly uncomfortable feeling out of place. He simply nodded her way receiving a small one back; quickly shutting the door with a sigh.

He wasn't even surprised when he came back in to check on Bella the next morning to find the brunette wrapped in an protective embrace sleeping peacefully. He felt a new sense of awareness at the different scene. This image settled much better with him. Whether it was the look of complete serenity that shadowed over their faces, or the thought that Rosalie had stayed over the entire night just to ease Bella's obvious discomfort. He didn't know and he didn't care as long as his daughter had gotten some sleep.

Though he was shocked to see the blonde walking downstairs a few hours later looking as though she just lost the one thing she valued most. He set down the newspaper in his hands to question Rosalie. She shook her head meeting his eyes with a look of intense determination. He stared back mouth partly open in at loss for words.

"Do not blame Edward, Sir. This is not his fault, I will take full responsibility for Bella's sudden change. This is not his doing I could have prevented this. If you would allow me Sir I would like you permission to fix this. Before you answer, I want to tell you that while your permission means a lot to me. But that does not change my decision to fix this with or without your blessings."

What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to yell at the blonde? She had just told him she had done something to put his little girl in pain. It should have been obvious he was going to tell her to stay away from Bella. It was common sense. She had done something to Bella so she shouldn't be able to go near Bella again. Right? Yet he had a feeling that it wasn't that simple.

The image he had seen flashed through his head. The image of utter pain on the blonde's features was enough for him to nod slowly. If seeing Bella so distraught caused the look...then maybe her intentions to fix Bella were pure. Still slightly off put by the intensity those golden eyes were piercing him with he nodded dumbly.

That was two weeks ago. This was now, and right now he needed the blonde that had eased his daughters distress even if it was for a small fraction of a second. He sighed pushing off of the doorframe. He had been watching Bella sit on her bed staring blankly at the wall for a while now. It seemed as if she that was the only thing she ever did anymore. He didn't even want to ask about the growing amount of blank sheets of homework that sat at her desk.

He was her father. It was his right to worry about his own flesh and blood; Right? Yes he could it was his duty, one outside of the station. So why was it he felt as though she was quickly trying to detach herself from him. There relationship had never been stable. Bella had mostly chosen to either go to Renee for anything or keep to herself. It was very rare for her to even try to go ask Charlie for help. He held nothing against her; he knew she loved him, and he loved her. It was some sort of awkward terms they had silently agreed on. When Renee had decided to leave him it only served to further strain their already thread like relationship. He called her whenever he had the chance. Which was almost everyday. Yet even then the conversations were short and filled with more awkward silences he could count.

It was when Bella had told him she chose to stay with him for her high school career, he decided that it was time to actually start to build a more stable relationship. He wanted to be the one she could depend on for protection, advice, anything she needed. He had promised himself he would become more of a father figure, and for the most part he was at least getting on track. That was until she had come home bearing the sudden news of getting involved with Edward Cullen. They didn't spend enough time as it was and Edward being into the picture cut the time down to almost nothing. He wouldn't lie and say he was very fond of the idea of spending less time with his daughter; by all means he wouldn't, it really irritated him at first. It did but then he started to noticed the way she seemed to drift into her own little world at the mention of the teen.

She loved him, and if Edward made Bella happy then he was okay with little time she had for him. Yet he still had this odd feeling whenever he caught Edward staring at her. As if she was some sort of fascination he couldn't figure out, like she was the one thing he had left in this world. He was okay with that. They were in love, but it didn't ease his worry when he saw a small flicker; so quick he thought he had seen wrong. Until he caught the almost hungry look that would flash over Edwards face when he stared at Bella. He didn't miss the over bearing protection Edward seemed to shadow over her...As if he was trying to protect something that was his; like she was in his own possession. Cutting things short. Charlie Swan didn't like the uneasy feeling he had whenever Edward Cullen was around, and seeing the vacant eyes of his daughter he knew he should have gone with his instincts. But Rosalie had said she caused this. So why was Bella screaming Edwards name at night...and begging for Rosalie? Shaking his head he frowned shot Bella a small frown.

"Bella,"

He spoke firmly. This was getting out of hand...something needed to be done. He was slightly angry at Rosalie for telling him she would fix things, and hasn't come around in over two weeks; but something told him there was reason for it. He continued when she didn't move an inch.

"Bella you need to stop this...You haven't spoken to anyone other than me, and even then it's one word. Look - I know you're in a really depressed state right now. I know how it feels to have someone you love suddenly ripped away from you. But you have to move on...your friends are worried. That girl Jessica has been calling, and Angela too. There worried about you, they say you haven't been right at school,"

He paused hoping to get some response out of her. He sighed in frustration when she merely met his eyes blankly.

"This has to stop. Look if you want to get away for a while you can. Renee keeps asking about you, and I know you miss her so if you feel like you need to spend a few months with her then I understand. You just need to get better Bella."

Charlie tried to comprehend the panicked expression Bella sent him. His face flicked from shock to worry once her breath became ragged. Rushing to her side he awkwardly tried to calm her down. She shook her head tears spilling continously down her already stained cheeks.

"Bella!"

Cold...and numb; empty even. She hadn't ever been so lost in her life. It hurt, it hurt so much she felt nothing; thoughtless. Her mind was clear of everything she didn't have any control over her own thoughts. Her movements were uncoordinated, she moved automatically to fit her surroundings. It was a very dangerous thing. To go about things without having any control, watching the days fly by without knowing what time, the day. It was like watching through a foggy window. You can make out the scene clear as can be, yet the detail wouldn't allow itself to be seen. Just sitting while everything around her moved around lively, while she sat frozen looking almost lifeless. She was sitting in her own darkness.

The type that you always stuck around. The very same one that took over every inch of her body. It scared her so much. She desperately tried to fight it; but it gnawed at her clawed it's way through. With every reminder that 'He' wasn't here, that Edward had left her. It had taken over her dreams...thought process, feelings; everything. She didn't know what to do. Nothing seemed right anymore. Not even the brightest of rooms could make a dent in the darkness that surrounded her. So what was it that triggered this? Had this darkness been sitting inside her her entire life without notice. Was this her own fault? That she didn't detect it sooner.

Nothing this powerful could appear out of thin air; could it? Was it waiting until the right moment to strike? Scheming it's diabolical plans through her years of age. Grinning evilly at every ounce of her happiness. Repeating it mantra over and over again. Did it know everything would go crashing down all at once bearing down with full force? Had it made some sick pact with it's equally disturbed brother fate? Had they joined forces against her. If so then we'll done. She would have to send them each a round of applause as they bowed beaming her way.

They had taught her very useful life lessons.

One) Living a life of pure arrogance against the future was would only result in a very rude awakening.

Two) Even the most certain things in life were never truly set in stone. Oh yes she loved this one. She loved this third lesson so much.

Three) Reality and fate play one messy game.

They toy with you faking the smile they send your way with every word. Every kiss, word, movement. Waiting until you've finally found the one thing you've been searching for. The happiness that engulfed your life. The very same one that also fooled you. It's then you realize just how sick happiness had been. It was never on your side. It was never in your favor. It had also tagged along with fate and reality.

It sickening. How well the three mingled together, giving her false hopes. They should be finished with her right? They got what they wanted. They had sucked everything out of her and just kept coming back for more. When where they going to be finished? Why were they messing with her now? Edward was gone. He left. So why was she feeling somthing?

Why was the darkness slowly fading? Didn't she have enough? What was the feeling she had right now? What was making it bubble inside of her? She wanted to scream, to let the pain go. She wanted it all gone. She wanted to identify the feeling that was starting from her right hand and quickly spreading through her system. She didn't want to cry anymore. She wanted to sleep without worrying about the dreams plaguing her.

Forcing her eyes open only to have them instantly shut a second later. She held them closed for a moment. Trying to comprehend things. The pounding in her head, the cold bitter sting over her chest weighing heavily, to the warmth that was still clutching her right hand. Letting them open taking a more cautious attempt she frowned at the bright light blaring above her. Once her eyes adjusted to the lighting her curiosity steeped in. Her gaze snapped to her right. Her eyes zoned in on a well manicured hand that clutched at her. That explains the warmth.

She let her gaze travel up the hand, to the long arm, snug sweater that clung to it, past blonde locks, up a pale neck, and to meet a piercing gaze. Blinking, Bella frowned at the worried expression. Seeing the facial expression made her uneasy, uncomfortable. She wanted it gone, she had the urge to fix it. Not knowing how she gave the hand a light squeeze. Bella's eyes widened at the sight of the Rosalie Hale smiling. It was small. Very, Very small, but a smile none the less. Her breath caught and Bella tried not to listen to her heart thumping dramatically in her own ears. It was beating so fast it hurt...Yet she found it exhilarating. A rush that she wanted to experience again. Trying to steady her heart beat she kept her gaze locked on Rosalie afraid if she'd look away whatever feeling was feeling would dissappear. Her mind swirled and her body was hyper aware. She buzzed...wondering if Rosalie could feel it.

"Rosalie."

And just like that their gaze diminished. The buzzing had gone down as her eyes traveled across the room, only now aware of the Cullen family that surrounded her bed. She didn't know how she missed all of the signs of where she was. Or how she hadn't seen the rest of the family seeing as they were only a few feet behind Rosalie. She shook her head in confusion thankful she could still feel the warmth from Rosalie's hand. Frowning she met Rosalie's gaze again.

Her hand was warm. Vampires were supposed to be freezing cold..and feel like granite; Right? So why was she feeling a warm hand grasping her's when in true fact it was Rosalie? She frowned about to speak her questioning.

"Bella, I'm terribly sorry to throw this on you after you've just woken up, but I need to check somthings,"

Her gaze flipped to Carlisle. She panicked. She didn't want Rosalie to let go...then she would go back to feeling cold, and empty. Her eyes shot to Rosalie as she felt a tight squeeze to her hand. Rosalie nodded assuring her she wouldn't let go. They stared a moment longer the feelings returning back to her. Nodding dumbly Bella frowned as he shined a light into her eyes, and checked various things about her.

"What am I doing here?" She winced. Her voice was raspy and her throat felt sharp as if she hadn't drunken anything in days.

"Here, Ya go Bella-Bear. I knew you'd need it." Emmett grinned stepping beside Rosalie.

She gratefully took the water bottle from Emmett sending him a small smile in thanks. Her hands shakily tried to open the cap, and she let out a frustrated sigh when all attempts to b open it failed. Rosalie placed her left hand over her shaking fingers. Bella smiled softly as Rosalie guided her hands steadily opening the cap.

"Your system shut down." Carlisle started while vigorously writing something down on his clip board. Bella appreciated the cool liquid meeting her lips. She eagerly gulped down as much as her mouth could hold.

"Sleep deprived, large amount of strees, lack of proper nutrition. Bella you're system shut down, it's not used to the sudden strain you've been putting on it." She guiltily took in all the worried eyes of the family.

She hadn't spoken to anyone of them in over two weeks. She completely cut ties to them. She hadn't sat with Jasper or Alice at school. Though she felt relieved ounce she spotted them everyday. If they were still here then that meant every one else was, and that was all the assurance Bella needed. Now though. Right now she felt guilty for avoiding them.

"I'm sorry." She wisphered catching the attention of everyone even more. She fiddled with blanket covering her avoiding the gaze of everyone. It grew silent and that was enough to make her think they weren't going to accept her apology.

"Bella...there's nothing to be sorry for." Esme spoke softly causing Bella to meet her assuring smile. Still a bit off put Bella nodded swallowing her doubts.

"Well Carlisle go on. Tell her when she can step out of that monstrosity of a gown." Everyone smiled at the Pixies out burst.

"Actually she's all clear. The Release forms are all that's needed." Bella sighed in relief. She was physically and emotionally tired. Not to mention the snapping hunger that settled I'm her stomach. She blushed once she realized her hunger had made itself known. Hearing the chuckles made her blush even harder.

"From what I hear hospital food sucks, no offense Doc. Rosalie will take you to get a bite to eat won't you Rosie?" Rosalie sent him an irritated glare. He knew she hated that nickname.

"Do not call me that Emmett, and do not offer me up on anything," She paused gaze turning soft once her eyes landed on Bella.

"But yes...Once you've been checked out I would like to treat you to a very late lunch." Bella nodded, trying to catch the blonde's eye. She craved to feel what she had just experienced.

It grew silent once again and Bella took the chance to observe the pale hand gently stroking her palm. On one hand she gladly accepted the new found tingles. It was the first thing she had felt in last two weeks. It felt oddly familiar...Yet completely foreign. Shaking her head she slowly pulled her hand away keeping her stare on her own hand. Fiddling with her hand she frowned once the warm feeling subsided. The tingles took a moment to die down, and she somberly welcomed the cold numb darkness. Clearing her throat Bella chalked up the feelings as natural.

She hadn't had any proper contact with someone else for a while. It was only natural to feel somthing completely foreign and familiar; Right? Yes it was. Same goes for the eye contact. Rosalie was the first human..well intimate contact she's had since Edward left. It only made sense to feel the need to want that contact again. Bella ignored the stinging in her chest instead focusing her attention on Alice and Emmett who seemed to be in a deep conversation.

"She's fine Rosalie, Charlie says she hasn't really been taking care of herself."

Shaking her head Rosalie forced a smile while Bella nervously scanned over the menu. Bella was far from fine. She had seen the vacant cold stare over the past few weeks. Observed the distant interactions the brunette has had with everyone. Carlisle words didn't serve any justice in soothing her worries, if anything it increased them. It was a reminder that Bella was far from being fine.

Her throat closed up and she was glad that Bella was currently engrossed by the menu. She hadn't been there for her mate. While Bella suffered she was silently watching choosing to let her be. Her eyes took in Bella's appearance. She looked fine to the eye - at least from a glance - but she could see the brunette was breaking. Breaking fast. She had lost a noticeable amount of weight, her shoulders were slouched slightly, purple circles under her eyes, she had grown two shades paler, and she just looked all but worn out. Even knowing that Rosalie knew that wasn't even half of it. That was her outward appearance. She wished she didn't know what was lurking beneath.

Clearing her mind Rosalie nodded to herself. 'It needed to happen. Protecting Bella is a reason for your existence. A broken Bella is a living Bella.' Rosalie reminded herself. As much as it pained her to see Bella so lost, it would fade. This was her fault Bella was in such a predicament. She would follow through with her word to Charlie, Bella, and herself. She would make it better. Bella wouldn't have to suffer anymore, because she would sooth her pain.

"Rosalie?" Nodding for the girl to continue Bella wriggled her fingers nervously.

"I...I need you." Her voice was shaky and it was barley above a wispher, but just the pure desperation and need evident made Rosalie take the girls hands in her own.

"I don't feel anything. Half of the time I don't even realize that I've been sitting unmoving from the same spot for hours...When Charlie was speaking to me It was like he wasn't even there. I could see him, but his words were mute. My mind is always blank, I can't even remember what I was thinking and th- that scares me Rosalie. I,"

Smiling softly Rosalie gently wiped the silent tears rolling down the brunettes cheeks. The sight was beautiful, and terrifying. Rosalie watched Bella silently. She wanted to the image burned into her mind. Dispite looking physically worn down Rosalie didn't think the girl could get even more breathtaking. Bella. Her mate was asking for her. She was asking Rosalie to help her; and just the moment alone made her fall even more for the human.

"It's only been two weeks Rosalie. It hurt to even think of losing him, and I couldn't even imagine myself without him. The pain doesn't even compare to actually losing him." Rosalie hated the sight of her mate mourning over someone esle, and jealously was eating at her, but she smiled. It hurt, and was more like a wince. But it was enough.

It was enough to have Bella's heart jump starting, and intensify the dizziness in her head. It was enough for Bella to feel that warmth spread in her chest. It was enough to have Bella painfully close her eyes in confusion, and her brain swirling with the same smile in her head. More than ever it was enough for to feel herself slowly imitating the same pain filled smile.

Nodding her head Bella curled her fingers around Rosalie's hand tightening with desperation. That one small smile was enough to have Bella clinging to the thought of Rosalie easily help subside the cold harsh sting of reality.

And...She felt the corners of her mouth twitch upward. Her chest fluttered when the action processed in her brain.

Rosalie. Bella was positive. She didn't question herself. Rosalie could help her.

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