Before I had time to process, Robert snapped again and the scene before us was a grisly one. Rosalie was laying in an alley, naked and covered in blood, the metallic scent filling our senses. Carlisle was kneeling next to her. "I'm doing what I can, my dear." He spoke gently so he wouldn't startle her. He wrapped her in bandages and soon an ambulance was coming around the corner. The medical professionals lifted her broken body onto a gurney and sped away, leaving Carlisle soaked in her blood standing alone.
"Why didn't he change her? He could have saved her." I asked, knowing I wouldn't like the answer.
"He had no reason to find a mate for his son. He let her go. But he was in time to save her, in a way." He snapped us into a hospital. Rosalie was awake, talking to a woman who looked just like her, but with white streaks in her blonde hair. Those people must be her parents. Her mother was dabbing her eyes with a hanky and her father looked like he was out for blood.
"Rose will be okay. She's human. Time can heal her wounds. She never wanted to be a vampire anyway' she was always complaining and griping about it. It was even worse before she met Emmett." My heart leaped with hope at the possibility of someone being okay without me.
We followed her around from scene to scene, my attire was changed into something fitting for the 30s. I watched as her physical wounds healed. But she was never quite the same. Her smile never reached her eyes. It felt as if she was just going through the motions. She was losing weight as she went about her life. She refused to eat and would keep to herself. She would flinch and start to cry if a man other than her father got within ten feet of her, or startled her. But overall, she was alive and human! More time is all she needed to heal emotionally too.
The scene changed again and we were in another hospital. This one was clean and smelled like antiseptic. Rose looked to be a good few years older. She was wearing a white gown, her hair tangled in many knots. Her skin was almost translucent and her eyes were dead. A young nurse was sitting on the bed next to her, rubbing her back and speaking softly. "I'm so sorry honey," The nurse said calmly, "Not bearing children is a common side effect of an assault like yours. We simply weren't able to save your uterus. It had to come out or you would die from a hemorrhage. That's why your menses rarely stopped."
Rose thanked the nurse with a dead voice and rose from the bed, gathering her personal belongings. The nurse put a gentle hand on her arm, but Rose flinched anyway. "You're still healing from surgery. We need to keep you under observation." Rose kept walking. "I'm leaving against medical advice. I just want to go home," Tears filled her eyes and the nurse let her go.
We followed her back to her house. She said nothing to her parents as they worried about her. I ran to the window in her room, anxious to make sure she was okay. She just needed to sleep the shock off. But then she did something strange. She was rummaging around in her closet. She stood on a stool and tied a rope around the light fixture attached to her ceiling. Wait, no, this isn't supposed to happen! She's supposed to be the one person who can be happy! "Rosalie stop!" I ran towards the window to save her, but Robert grabbed my arms and held them to my sides. I sobbed as I watched her kick the stool over.
"She can't hear you, Edward. She's gone," He held me as I cried for my sister. "Rosalie survived her brutal attack, but she was never the same. All the men involved got away with it. She couldn't live with the shame of what had been done to her. She lived a very short half-life and six years later she ended it by hanging." He snapped again and I was standing in front of a grave under the pouring rain that soaked my clothes and dripped into my eyes. This is too much to take in.
"I can't take this anymore! I know what happened to her, I don't need to stand on her grave and have it rubbed in my face. Please, I need to see Alice and Jasper. Carlisle had nothing to do with them. They could still be normal!" I fell to my knees and begged him. He pressed his mouth into a grim line and shook his head, pointing to the gravestone I was kneeling next to.
I turned to look at it, but it didn't say Rosalie Hale. It said Emmett McCarty; died 1935. Rose never got to save him from the bear attack. He got mauled alive. "I felt like the scene would be too gruesome for you to see. This should suffice for dear Emmett," Robert said softly. I just nodded in shame, too devastated to notice that I was shivering from the intense cold. I had no idea my existence had this much of an impact.
"Please, I need good news. I need to see Alice and Jasper," If anything horrible happened to them... No, I couldn't go there.