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( a:n - yeah I don't usually have these in the beginning so this is kind of weird.. Anyway, this story will be a long process for me, if I want to make it as good as I can make it, sooo...  yeah just saying that the more it progresses the better it gets! It might get confusing so just ask me anything cause y'all are my interweb friends. k bye and enjoy dis btw it's probably going to be is Rosailes's POV most of the time k bye. Gif on the side of Rose when her and Harry are starring at each other. )

Sonaclair

As a child, I was always happy and loved having friends; I was never alone. On every birthday until I was 14, my Dad would get me a real rose as a symbol of how beautiful I was.The thing with true beauty is that it's a hard thing to obtain, once you have it someone will always try to take it away from you. Once it's taken from you, you'll soon die of emptiness. What's a rose without true beauty?

I stare like my brain tells me to. I haven't looked away since he's laid eyes on mine and starred into my soul. I try to focus on his eyes as hard as I can, my hand still placed on the razor blade that's slightly puncturing my skin still. I try to waver his emotions but it's no use. He's completely unreadable, making him unpredictable. He's still starring with full force and I'm about to give from all the possibility of what he's thinking. I'm not use to people hiding their emotions, that's my job. 

I got it. The only way he will even move from where he's standing is if I do something to hurt myself more than I am now. I don't know if this will work, but he seems like one of those people, the nicer ones. 

I push the blade farther than it should, making a deep cut. My eyes are watering but I still stare into his empty ones. It's quiet enough to where if you listen closely, you can hear my blood dripping. He's not faltering so I push even harder and slide it across horizontal until it hurts so much that I cry out, taking deep breaths. I force my eyes open to look at his, I cry out in the pain and see his eyes change. It's an emotion I can't register before he's by my side.

"GOD DAMNIT ROSE WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" he scolds me.

"Wh-why were you st-staring at m-me?" My breathing is very shallow.

I look down at my arm, to see it covered in a red blanket of blood. I see black spots, and fear I lost way too much blood.

God, Rosie what were you thinking?

Have a problem with starring or some shit? Pull your self together. You don't want to go back do you?

No, I don't ever want to go back.

The last thing I feel is someone carrying me. That feeling is all too familiar.

"Rosalie Marie Sonaclair, correct?" 

"Uhm, Yes Ma'am"

"How did she lose so much blood?"

I can hear lots of silence and that weird beeping noise your ears sometimes makes. My eyes open and shut repeatedly before adjusting to the bright light above me. I try to sit down, but am forced back down with my own dead weight. I sigh quite loudly enough to notice that I was awake. 

"Ms. Sonaclair?" what I'm assuming a nurse calls out my name. They hit some remote control that sits up a hospital bed. I looked down at my attire to not find my oversized sweater, skinny jeans, and combat boots but they are replaced with a hospital gown. Where's my jacket? Phone? I feel around my body as fast as I can (which isn't that fast) to realize my body is naked under here! I start panicking, which you tell by the increase of my heart rate. The nurse tries to calm me down and I see the source of that other voice! Harry is looking directly at me with those eyes. The same eyes that I saw for a split second. I really like his eyes sometimes.