Chapter 42
“We want someone that we can be at our weakest with, and not feel so. That our vulnerability isn’t taken advantage of, but taken care of.”
{Rosie’s POV}
Being in an unconscious state is never new to me. In fact, fainting, collapsing, or blacking out is already part of my identity, it’s how people mostly know me for. When they hear the name Rosalie Wright, it’s always the weak girl with cancer who often collapses during chemistry or AP bio, or the girl who was once found unconscious in the girls bathroom.
I was never known for being Rosie the good dancer, or singer, or writer, or even painter. I was never the person that people would recognize for being good at something. It’s always because of my sickness and it kind of sucks, trust me.
I thought that because I’m a vampire
