My Favourite Scar (Emmett Cullen x Reader)

The girls

Esme came down the stairs excited, and led me all the way to the top of the house. The door had my name on it in black, the door being white. 

"Open it," she said.

I swung the door open and gasped. It was absolutely gorgeous. The walls were completely black, except for one of the, which was a window looking out to the forest. There was a bed with black covers and golden pillows, and beside that the bedside table was a beautiful grey. I noticed that here wasn't much decorations, and turned to Esme.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I thought we could bond while decorating your room," she said hopefully.

"I would absolutely love to do that Mrs. Cullen," I responded.

"Esme. Call me Esme."

And with that, she gave me a hug and left the room, probably to give me some privacy.

Out of curiosity, I dug through the drawers in the bedside table, which had all my belongings from my car, and found my pocket knife. I wasn't in need of doing it, but could I? Was it possible in this vampire body?

I pressed the blade into my left forearm, only for the knife to fold under the pressure of my hand. 

So I couldn't anymore. I started to hyperventilate. This was my only way of dealing with crap! What was I going to do? And apparently it was impossible to get killed, so I was stuck here? In this indestructible body? I tried to let out a scream, but nothing came out.

I would have to find someone. I needed to make sure I wasn't making a mistake. I'd go find a Cullen and ask if it was possible to hurt yourself. Maybe Alice? She could look into the future or some shit and see if she saw me cutting myself. Yeah, I'd go to Alice, even though I have no clue where she is.

Just at that moment, a knock at the door came. Alice appeared in the door frame and came to sit down on the bed.

"I saw you were going to try and find me, so I thought I'd make it easier," she said. "Nice room."

I took a deep breath. "Why can't I cut myself?" I asked, trying not to sound panicked, "I just need to know if it was my crappy blade or if I actually can't anymore."

Shock went through her face, followed by worry and pity. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going through that," she said. "You can't hurt yourself, it's impossible."

She stood up to where I was pacing around the room and gave me a hug. Why was everyone here so huggy? I hugged her back, out of politeness, when she whispered in my ear,

"I'm here for you. We're family now, and you can always come to me. And Rosalie is two doors on the left when you go down the stairs"

"Thanks Alice," I said.

She pulled away and then sped out the room. Given the information she just gave me, I guessed I was going to decide to see Rosalie. I took a couple deep breaths, reminded myself that I had no reason to do anything bad, and ran to the beautiful blonde's room. I knocked at the door.

"Come in," A voice said.

I opened the door to a beautiful blood red room with a handful of mirrors on the wall, and a white bed. Rosalie was at a desk, concentrating on a piece of a car that I didn't recognize. Without looking up, she seemed to know It was me.

"Y/N," she acknowledged me.

"Rosalie," I said back.

"Was there something specific you wanted to talk to me about?" she inquired, "Or were you just peeking?"

"Well I know that we haven't talked really yet, and I just wanted to really meet you." I stuck out my hand. "Hi, I'm y/n."

She chuckled, placed her tools down and grabbed my hand with her greasy one. "Hi, I'm Rosalie."

"It seemed like you were mad at me when you first saw me, was something wrong?" I asked.

"I'm not the best with new people, especially newborns. And you were so happy to have become what you are, I got frustrated," she said. "But I get it now, and you didn't really have a choice."

"So... We're good?"

"Yeah, we're good"

We both smiled at each other, and I sat down on her bed.

A question started to burn inside of me, and I had to let it out.

"Is it true you and Emmett used to date?" I asked.

Apparently not, because a look of shock spread on her face.

"No,  absolutely not," she said. "I saved him, sort of, though. he was dying from a grizzly bear attack and I brought him to Carlisle to turn him."

Relief replaced the burning sensation still there from when I asked the question. So it wasn't true. I didn't have to compete with Miss Perfect. I mean, not compete. He probably didn't want me anyways, but still. Relief.

"Cool," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

She giggled, "It's kind of obvious, you know," she told me, "I don't know you very well yet, but you and him might be good together."

Shit. Vampire senses. they're probably a hundred times worse. Instead of trying to threaten her, I wanted to see if I could still charm people. I put on a sweet face.

"Don't tell anyone though, please Rosie?"

Her face went blank, and she nodded. She then proceeded to shake her head, as if trying to get something off and then returned to normal. 

What the fuck was that? I didn't know, and I didn't want to stick around and find out. I said goodbye and was on my way.

Maybe I should introduce myself to Jasper, Edward, and Carlisle? Carlisle and Edward already kind of knew me though, so maybe the next day. Jasper, I should definitely say hi. I've barely spoken to him.

So that was the plan. I was going to talk to Jasper, and then maybe Emmett

A/N)    Hey so I'm wondering if I should do someone else's POV, like Emmett or smh. Also, I will be making Jasper a less confederate type of person. He will have changed, because I hate the fact that no one talked about that in the books. 

Try to eat something, 

XOXO J