Rosalie Pov.
I sat on a rock gazing out at the sea with the sun pouring down on me.
"Wow, Rosalie way to work the goddess look." Bella joked.
"Honey, it's the only look I have." I tossed back my hair and did a model pose.
I had to find out what was up in the house, it might be nothing but I'm tired of being paranoid.
"Guys, I'm going up to the house to get the camera be right back." I smiled.
"See you soon Goddess!" Alice joked.
"Probably to strut her stuff and get us to snap photos." Jasper joked.
"Shut it, twin." Rosalie laughed.
Hopping up the stairs, I hummed an unfamiliar tune in the back of my mind. As I went into the kitchen I grabbed an iced tea and popped off the top swigging it back. It was nice and fresh. I slammed the fridge door and leaned against the kitchen, noticing how quiet it was.
"Hmm, anyone here?" I spoke clearly. Well, I feel stupid, I thought laughing.
The floorboard creaked, "I am."
I screamed, dropping my drink. It smashed to the ground the glass and contents spilling over the floor.
"Who are you?" I screamed baking away from doors.
"Your murderer." The voice replied.
I'm going to die, I thought.
"Well", I paused gaining courage, "Show yourself asshole".
I quietly opened a drawer and grabbed out a knife. Wielding it in my right arm and spinning around. They were there, looking completely calm. Standing against the doorway closest to the laundry.
I knew it, I thought.
"Well, going to kill me anytime soon?" I felt courageous. Something about knowing all hope was lost gave me a 'Who the hell cares' attitude. At least I'll go down fighting.
"If I were you I wouldn't be begging for death because when I murder someone it hurts." They laughed deeply.
"When doesn't getting killed hurt? Idiot, use your head before I slice it off!" I screamed.
They lunged at me, knife in hand effectively slicing a chunk of my arm.
"Asshole!" I screamed.
I lunged at them knocking them to the ground before raising the knife to stab them. Before I had a chance they shoved their knife into my ribs and twisted. Blood seemed to come out of everywhere as I fell to the ground. My mouth was quickly filling with blood and coughing hurt.
"I'm not done yet and you're just the first." They chuckled.
I'm dead….
I'm done….
But I didn't give up I fought well….
With a last breath as their knife plunged into my stomach I screamed, "Emmett!"
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