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NOTE: Okay, so for the skin thing which I'm going to say or clear up or so- in this chapter

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BELLA's VIEW

I woke up with a chilled, and nagging headache at about 4 p.m.- I didn't know what time zone however. It felt like 4 p.m. though.

I was honestly confused by the time I opened my eyes, and got up. I then, remembering something, quickly looked down at my feet and sighed in exhaustion.

They were white once more, and I sighed in relief. Not as white as Edward's though, as I recalled.

I didn't have a long time to myself before Rosalie came into the room- running more like it.

"Thank god you're awake," she chirped. "It was awfully boring to myself for a while, just to let you know. You seemed to take just about forever to wake up. I al-"

"Rosalie," I interrupted her, putting my hand up in the air to stop her from talking any more- her with a confused expression on her face to why I stopped her. "I thank you so much for helping me and being with me for these days, but I have to ask you why my skin color is back to normal, and if the process is over or not."

"Silly me," she cried. "Yeah, it is. Sorry for not telling you this earlier- not that I actually had much of a chance though- but your transformation is complete- and as for your skin, it's not as light as my own, but it is good considering the consequences."

"Which are?" I wanted to know.

"Well, when me and Emmet and just about everyone else transformed- we weren't internally and externally racked up. Esme was- but Esme wasn't burned alive pretty, much which has to be just about harsh compared to our transformation standards. And so, because you were too much to fix- I really don't know anything about the transformation, but it's along those lines- that your body wasn't able to repair it fully, and so you may have some distinguished characteristics- such as a darker skin tone. I think," she finished.

"Good to know," I said, still confused. "Okay Rosalie, thanks for all your hospitality and stuff,- but to bring it out right now, I have to go," I sighed. It's what I wanted to say earlier, but the skin question caught my mouth first.

"Go?" she said. "Go where?"

"As in leave Rosalie. I can't spend any more time here, disturbing you- I know for a fact that I've over adressed your hospitality and stuff, and for that of which I'm sorry but-"

"Don't you dare say that Bella," she whispered, her finger accusing me, "I left Emmet for you, I'm doing this favor for Alice, and I don't care about your Edward who brought you into our lives in the first place." Her glare had returned, I noticed. "I'm doing this Bella, for you. Because I don't know you, and don't you dare assume that you know me, because I assure you that you don't know me. I doubt you ever will either. This Bella-" she said, turning around- "is what I got for you, and if you stopped being such a brat, that you'd-"

"Stop," I told her. "Just stop it. I KNOW I've overstepped my boundaries and so I'm going. Don't try to stop me from talking," I told her- when she tried to hush me- "I'm going to go. I know for a fact that I can smell human blood from here Rose, and I know you probably got it to test me or something, but I'm not an animal. I guess your right about my abilities being distinguished because I'm disturbed by that smell. I'll make a living for myself somehow or another, whether I'll have to turn into a prostitute or not-" I continued, "I'll make my own living. I don't want ANY more generosities from your family. I know why you hated me Rosalie, I can sense it in you now. You believe that I'm some over zealous bitch who doesn't deserve to be like this. You know what Rosalie. I'm sorry. There, I said it. Happy now?"

I knew that my uproar was not called for, and I knew that Rosalie was shocked- which I could clearly see on her. Shock; confusion, and hurt. I could sense that above all, she was hurt by what I had just said. I had misread her character, and now I knew that she would not hesitate in letting me leave.

Leave, I thought. I wanted to do that SO badly. I wanted to leave it all behind, forever. I didn't want to see Rosalie any more because she reminded me of Edward- her skin, her voice- her hair for god's sake.

"I'm sorry," I said. "But looking at you, you just remind me too much of him, and so I have to leave. Don't tell Alice that, just thank her for all she's done. Don't tell him that I'm alive, because Rosalie- I know that I owe you this much at least- I swore to him that I would never be with him again. I just...don't want to see him anymore Rose. When I was down there-" I said, motioning to the couch, "I realized that I didn't love him anymore, and to be with him reminded me of how he left me Rosalie. How would you react if Emmet left you?" (Note: I know that this chapter is going exceedingly fast and quick, but I just have no idea how to place this part- so bare with me here)

I noticed that she was silent for several moments, digesting what I had said. I noticed that I no longer stared unpatiently, like I used to do, at her. I was calm, I realized. Calm and cool for the first time.

Now the only problem was of the heat wave due to global warming outside, I thought- laughing silently to myself.

I was so happy for once. I didn't have to worry about tripping or falling- or any dark ally experience. I wouldn't need pepper spray anymore- nore would I need a night in shining armor- the way Edward had been to me. Edward, I thought.

I had lied to Rosalie. I would always love him, but he had left me. And so now, I just didn't want him.

"Yeah," she said, interrupting my thoughts, her eyes were warming up, I noticed. "When Emmet had done that I almost lost myself Bella," she said, looking straight at me, her eyes wet. "But I went back to him. You have no idea what I had done Bella," she said, looking at me intently- her eyes seemed to be lost somewhere else altogether however. "You have no idea," she whispered.

"So tell me," I recoiled, softly.

"I left him, stranded there. I never turned back. I left for about a year or more- that's when your Edward- and I AM going to say that name- realized my pigheadedness. I have tried to change ever since Bella, and I came back about a decade before you came into my life. And at that point I realized that I didn't want to go through life without any meaning at all again. I was lost, and now I'm found," she said, her intense glare was now looking at the wall.

"What does that have to do with me though?" I asked, confused.

"I know that doesn't make sense to you right now, but it will later. (Note: I have no idea what I'm writing- and probably will also realize it later in the series- don't ask me to explain). I developed a hate for humans Bella- you in particular- you being so close to Edward- wanting to change. You have no idea what it's like," she whispered, "no idea."

"Rosalie...I don't care!" I exclaimed. "I truly am sorry though. I'm going to go now," I said, pointing stupidly at the door. "I'll make my own living, like I already mentioned, and I-"

"Sorry for that then," she said. "You won't need to become a whore quite quickly- just ask for money and they'll give it to you. Here," she said, pulling some bills out of her wallet. "Here's about 20 grand. They're checks though- addressed to you. Don't worry though, they probably won't ask for I.D. Just be sure to get a male clerk. Females aren't much of a difference- but they might ask."

"I wasn't expecting that," I admitted. "At all. Thanks Rose, and I swear I'll pay you back one day." I said, grabbing the money.

"Don't worry Bella," she said, "what are sisters for?"

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