Chapter 3 iii

Burning.

That's how my lungs felt as my legs exhaustedly carried me through the black hole known as the forest. Something was chasing me, something strong and fast. I could tell it was big, by the stomping of its heavy feet, or was it feet, I couldn't tell, but all I knew is that if I stopped, I would die. So I kept going, I kept running even though my body was on the verge of collapsing, I just kept going.

"You can't escape from your destiny, Rosalie," said the monstrous voice as they laughed with nothing but pure evilness laced with their tone. I was scared to death, the last thing I remembered was going to sleep and now, here I am running for my life.

My destiny?

What the hell does that mean? I wondered but at this point, it didn't matter because I'd been running in circles for hours, and I could feel this creature getting closer and closer. My body felt sore from all the painful running and falling as the clothes on my body were torn and covered in dirt. My body was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat, bruises, and dirt. My hair lay wild and frizzy on my head housing many broken branches and snatched leaves.

Losing hope began to perspire off me as tears gathered and tumbled down my pale cheeks. Sobs of mercy rumbled against my throat as my pace began to slow down. Hammering against my chest as its laugh shook my core, my blood went cold at its merciless response.

"You can't run away from your fate, Rosalie," it said as it got closer and closer until I tripped.

The sounds of my body colliding with anything within its path filled the silence of the forest along with my moans and cries. As I continued to stumble around, I was suddenly smacked against a jagged rock that cut into my side, "Ah!" I cried, collapsing to the ground. It was hard to breathe, it hurt to talk, and it sting when I cried.

My body was in an excruciating amount of pain as it shook. Black and Blue bruises stained my skin as blood trickled down my face, flowed out my nose, and frothed up in my mouth.

I wanted nothing more than to die, I couldn't take the suffering as the creature approached me, "Poor little Rosalie, this sight is rather pleasing and familiar," it said as its sudden red eyes appeared within thin air causing mines to widen in horror, "What- What are you?" I stuttered as the beast hummed, "You look just like your pathetic father when I had him laid beneath me in nothing but defeat as he begged for my mercy," he said in a mocking tone as I clenched my jaw.

"What are you?!" I demanded as the beast roared, "I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOU WEAK PATHETIC PIECE OF FILTH!"

"What do you want from me?" I pleaded as the beast laughed darkly, "I want you dead just like the people that have ever loved and cared for you," it said while looking over its shoulder as I followed its gaze. It was a horrid sight, truly gruesome. Bodies upon bodies were everywhere as blood scattered and pooled all around it. I felt sick to my stomach as I watched in horror. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces as those lifeless bodies that were torn apart and piled consisted of her family, her grandfather, Melody, Giovanni, Genesis, and a few other people I couldn't recognize.

Tears trickled down my face as the beast sighed, "Such a pity, isn't it?" it asked as I grew numb, "Why the sad face, little one?" The beast asked as I shook my head and cried, "Please- Please make it stop," I begged as the beast grew in size while looking down at me, "Your wish is my command," it said before launching at me as it roared.

...

*GASP!*

Buckets of sweat covered Rosalie's body as she shot up from her terrifying slumber. It was morning, way too early in the morning. The day dawned crisp and clear as the sun poured through her window. Breathing heavily, Rosalie looked around her bedroom before looking down at herself to see the sheets and bed messy from all the tossing around.

Remembering bits and pieces of the dream, Rosalie reached up and touched her neck as she closed her eyes.

It was just a dream...

Her mind was all over the place and her heart pounded against her chest. Passing her hands all over her face, she sighed. It was an odd and terrifying dream and she couldn't make sense of it, but seeing the dead bodies of the people that just recently entered her life, sent shivers down her spine.

Sighing deeply, she rubbed her tired eyes as she drowned in the moment of the morning. It was filled with silence as the ray of light shined through the closed transparent curtain creating a dusty bright effect. The room was still filled with her dad's old things as she smiled before looking at her things that were still packed in her suitcases.

It was her first day in Queensland and she had no idea what to do to fill her day. She still wasn't familiar with anyone besides her grandfather and in his position, she didn't want to bother her, and although she was polite, Rosalie still felt a bit hesitant around Melody to comfortably ask her to show her around. The twins were out of the question, she didn't know them and didn't want to get attached, so she decided to go with the flow and just see what the day has in store for her. But there was something about those twins, something that she couldn't put her finger on especially when she glances into their eyes.

Mystery? Secrets? Desire? Pain? Love? Lust? She couldn't tell, but there was something about them that lit her curiosity on fire.

Shaking out of her thoughts, Rosalie toss the covers off her legs to find the bottom of her pajama pants ripped and covered in dirt causing her to frown.

The sheets beneath her lower body were brown, smudged with dried mud, "What the hell?" She whispered while touching the dirty sheets before swinging her legs off the bed with a frown still plastered on her face.

Standing up was probably the worst thing that Rosalie has ever done in her life as her back loudly popped followed by her hip causing an agonizing gasp to escape from her chapped lips. Falling on her side, tears welled up in Rosalie's eyes as she gripped the sheets beneath.

"God, what's happening to me?"