Rosalie POV
My eyes were going out of focus again and again, and my heartbeat, unlike always, was merely existent. I felt numb, numb to the core. The guy, I have loved, used me, used me as an object.
It feels like I was dreaming. It started without a start, followed by a fairytale, and ended up as a nightmare. I would have been screaming my guts out if I wasn't worried about my best friend, my sister, Sophie.
My hands, linking with each other, my lips, murmuring a prayer, a chant, a continuous chant.
"Please, let her be okay, please let her be.." the words died on my lips hearing the first gunshot. My head hit the front seat, as the taxi came to an abrupt halt. Still no movement of my heartbeat, still no change in breathing. I was like a corpse, moving but dead inside. My
