The first feeling I had when I woke up was confusion. What happened? No, I knew what happened. The event of before were all too clear. Royce and his friends were drunk. They beat me. They raped me. Then, they left. But….what confused me was that I wasn't there anymore. This wasn't the cold, wet alleyway I was laying in before. No, it was soft in here. It was warm. I was on fabric. A bed. Had someone rescued me? I was too weak to opened my eyes and look around at my surroundings.
"Edward, no." There was a voice! But whose? It was familiar…I'd heard it before; "I was not just going to leave her to die." Edward…? Edward who?
"Carlisle...you have only seen her a few times. She's as shallow as a…puddle." Carlisle as in Carlisle Cullen? And Edward Cullen. Though he was wrong. I was not that shallow.
"And for that, she deserves to die? No Edward, you know this is the only choice," What was the only choice? What was going on?! I felt a hand on my shoulder and suddenly breathing on my neck. The only defense I could manage was in the form of a moan. The hand smoothed my hair and Carlisle whispered "Rosalie, I'm so sorry…" And in no time his teeth were piercing into my neck.
White hot pain flew through my body. What was going on?! My eyes shot open and I looked around frantically. Only Carlisle was in the room now looking up at me with his eyes wide, like I was some kind of dinner to him. It hurt so much. I started screaming. What had he done to me!? It hurt! I was burning! I was on fire! "MAKE IT STOP!!!!!" I screamed out in desperation and flailed my arms, only to find that they were chained, along with my legs.
I couldn't stop screaming. It hurt too much. I kept burning. Carlisle stayed with me the whole time. He looked like he was burning along with me as I begged him to just kill me. Nothing could be worse than this. He tried to talk to me, but I couldn't hear him over my screams. Edward almost never came in.
Though one time Edward came in, staring at me with a wince. What was wrong with him? He grunted and walked over, taking my hands, which were balled into fists "He pried them open and held them there. "Her nails are tearing the skin on her hands." He stated to Carlisle. I looked down to my palms, still screaming. He was right. I saw the skin on my hands heal itself before my eyes. I looked up to Edward, eyes wide "WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT IS THAT!? WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" I screamed frantically.
It felt like the fire burned me for years until I got an answer. Carlisle moved real close to me and whispered in my ear everything and I tried my best to listen. The one thing I did understand was the one point he made abundantly clear.
I was turning into a vampire.
It felt like time was endless as I burned. Flames licked my insides and ripped me apart, cell by cell. But soon things changed. My senses improves startlingly. I could hear people chatting at the coffee shop in the town an hour away. I could see every little particle of air, every strand of hair on Carlisle's head, and every little crack in every little floorboard. I never got used to the burning. It was as bad the first day as it was the last.
Until, suddenly, the flames began receding. First at the very tips of my toes, then my knees, and then my whole body. My heart beat like a helicopter, and it was the only thing I could here. It gave one small wheeze and a thud, and stopped completely. And I knew I'd just died.