A/N: Another installment. This one is Rosalie. Hope you like.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
15th August 2006
It is the height of summer and I died seventy three years ago this night.
I mark the anniversary by refusing to recognise it, it is another day on an ever growing string that I will never reach the end of.
My family litter the house, flitting through rooms like ghosts and spectres of another time. Occupying their minds with frivolous pursuits in a vain effort to distract themselves from the awful and terrible truth. We are all mad.
And my eldest brother is the worst of us all.
All of us lie, everyday nearly every second. In some way what we say and do is false, a sham of the very creature we hunger for. Both the blood they carry around in their soft, warm bodies, and their shallow fleeting lives, which they pursue so blindly and ignorantly.
I personally believe that the turning into a vampire is so traumatic to the human brain we lose our sanity over the three days. How else can I describe the life I lead but one of madness?
And now Edward is watching a human girl sleep, he is an idiot and will damn us all.
I am a proud and fierce woman, my insanity has manifested itself in a resolute will. I can never be turned from my path, and will back down to no one. But I am afraid of this human girl.
I loathe her with all my being, and fear her much more than that. She will tear away this fleeting peace from us without knowing what she does. Our existence is cursed, and I struggle with the life I lead. But I cannot bear to lose it, for I know this is as good as it can ever be for me.
I have the love of a good man, the understanding of a family who forgive my cruel words I so often wound them with. But the torn away promise of a baby in a crib haunts me like a guilty mind. I'd give it all away in a heartbeat if I could, my husband knows this but loves me still.
How foolish I am, how consumed by fear.
Nothing happened today. Nothing ever does.
Tickety-Tock
I watch the clock,
And count down the days
When I shall raise,
To life again
It's nine past ten,
Nearly there
I'm nearly there.
A/N: Only little, but hopefully quality over quantity wins out in this one. If you follow 'The Tortoise and the Hare' Chapter 18 is on it's way, had immense writer's block that I only just cracked the other night.