The Rebel
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I disclaim twilight in all its disclaimish ways! I will only claim to be a completely obsessed fan!
I sat there in the waiting room secretly hoping that Dr. Carlisle would be to busy to see me. I don't know why I was cared to see him. He was only Edward and Alice's father. Besides, he was the best doctor in town. I should really be thankful to see him. But yet here I was, scared to see the blonde man with the beautiful face.
"Hello Rosalie." He greeted me as he strode into the plain white room. He looked more like a model than a doctor, so handsome. Esme was a lucky woman.
I tried to smile but when my skin stretched around the cut it hurt. Wincing, "Hello Dr. Carlisle."
"That looks like a nasty cut you have there." He frowned, "What happened."
"I tripped." I lied. Actually, I almost laughed. I was one of the most graceful people I knew. The thought of me falling sounded ridiculous even to my own ears.
His frown deepened, "I see. I think it will need stitches."
I frowned, not even caring about the pain. What would the kids at school think of me? Or worse: What would Lauren do when she found out. There was sure to be a few unkind names involved.
This is the life you wanted. Rosalie reminded me.
Carlisle took me into a small room with blue walls.
"Why don't you lie down?" He suggested pointing to a lay out chair.
I obliged.
"So Rosalie, any troubles at home?" he asked casually, grabbing a clip-board and a vanilla folder off a desk.
I panicked, "Why would there be something wrong? We're a happy little family."
He looked at me suspiciously, "It's something I am required to ask when someone comes in with a serious cut. It's standard procedure."
"Oh, sorry." I muttered. I was extremely relieved.
Carlisle asked me a few more questions before walking out of the room. When he came back he held in his hand a needle, what looked like thread, and a shot.
"This may sting a little but it will numb your cheek." He assured me before sticking the shot into my cheek.
A few minutes later he asked me, "Can you feel this?" He poked the side of my face.
I tried to reply but it came out as, "Naa." I quickly shook my head no.
He smiled, "Good, I'll start sewing then."
Carlisle finished quickly, the whole time talking to me about random things.
As I was about to leave he called after me.
I turned to see that he was holding my doctors not and a purple envelope. I wrinkled my eye brows in curiosity as a stared at the purple note.
"Here's your doctor's note." He noticed my curiosity, "And the girls asked me to give this to you if I saw you."
"How did they?"
"I have no idea." He looked just as confused as I was.
When my aunt and I got inside her antique truck I fumbled to open the letter.
A poem and a small note was inside:
The Torn Rose
Long ago in a place called home
A little girl sits all alone.
Nobody else seems to care.
Nobody is there to braid her hair.
She sits and cries her days away.
She tries to keep her rears at bay.
Like a rose, she has many thorns,
They attempt to hide one petal torn.
Her friends wait with open arms
Setting all of there alarms
They wait for the day when she'll be fine
Her happy smile will be the sign.
But until then they have to wait
For her to be ready and assume her fate.
That leaves the fragile rose in peace.
All chance of returning seams to cease.
So a little rose sits all alone
In a place she used to call her home.
We're still waiting with our alarms set and arms open Rose. Don't just sit there all alone. We still love our misguided friend.
Love,
Your Best Friends No Matter What,
I laughed at the irony as a single tear slipped down my face. How could I betray them like this? I was so selfish! I wanted so badly to be there friend again. But I couldn't.
As we entered the school parking lot one thing ran through my head: Life Sucks.