Truth
Rosalie twisted around in her chair so she was facing me. Her golden eyes bored into mine. I couldn't breath. Her expression was like two cold, hard hands crushing my throat.
"What is it about you that guys find so irresistible? I really don't get it. You're just a boring, plain human. What redeeming qualities do you possess that warrants men to fall to their knees in front of you, especially men like Edward and Jacob besides the whole damsel in distress act." Rosalie was talking very softly but the edge in her voice, the hysteria made me shake. She continued to stare at me as if she would find the answer written on my face. "I just don't understand. I mean look at me and then look at you. I look like Aphrodite herself next to your plain Jane. I'm more intelligent than you. I am better than you at everything. You're literally good for nothing. What do you have that I don't?" The last sentence was a sob. Her wall of anger was crumbling before her eyes and was being replaced with desperation. She turned around in her chair and looked at herself in the mirror. She pulled out a sterling silver brush and slowly started to brush her hair. She was right. She was the embodiment of Aphrodite. I was the embodiment of Patty Greene from Square Pegs.
I didn't know if she wanted me to answer the question. I sat watching her brush her supermodel hair in silence, wanting to say something reassuring, but I couldn't think of what I could possibly say.
As I watched Rosalie's reflection in the mirror, I could see the fire reignite in her eyes. She threw the brush down on the vanity, breaking the handle in half and creating a crater in the wood. I jumped in my seat as Rosalie sprang out of her chair and turned to face me.
My mind was reeling. What did I ever do to Rosalie? Was it not enough for her to have Emmett? Did she also want every other guy on the planet? Did she seriously think that I was any competition to her? Wait a second, maybe I was, I thought with a smirk forming on my lips.
She walked towards me, furry trailing behind her. She sat next to me, taking my hand in her frigid, smooth hand. She looked down at our hands, comparing the two.
"You know Carlisle changed me to be somewhat of a companion to Edward. He didn't want Edward to be lonely like he was. After Carlisle changed me though, Edward didn't want anything to do with me. I would look at myself and not understand why he didn't want me. I was perfect in everyway. I am perfect in everyway. I was made for him and yet he chooses a lowly human girl over me. Why?" She asked through clenched teeth. Her hand was slowly getting tighter and tighter around mine. I could hear my joints pop. She was starting to piss me off. I didn't think I could take much more of this.
"You really want to know?" I asked looking straight into Rosalie's face. She stiffly nodded her head. I put my lips right next to her ear, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her hair and skin. "Because perfection is boring," I whispered, lingering next to her ear while her mind festered over what I had just said. I could feel the rage and ferocity burn through her body. It was so strong she couldn't even move. I pulled away and took my hand out hers which balled into a fist. I caressed the side of her face affectionately. "You know for someone so perfect you sure have shitty self-esteem." There's was nothing else to say. I stood up, strength and power racing through my bones and muscles. I strode towards the door, reaching for the handle. Before I could open the door I heard a faint growl. I stopped, not bothering to turn around.
"I let you have Edward, but you will never have Jacob," She murmured faintly. I stared at the door, frozen to the spot. I didn't want to have to compete for Jacob. I knew I wouldn't have to. He had already chosen me. I smiled to myself as I opened the door and walked down the hall to Alice's room.