A/N: This is the teaser. We're going back in time after this, and this is a weird story. Claire was like "I love you but you are a crazy mofo for thinking of this."
It's always darkest before the dawn. Proverb.
I felt like my almost-step-sister, turning to her worst enemy in her darkest hour.
Only I didn't have a dawn in sight.
I slammed the car door and ran up to the Cullen house, sobbing.
"Rosalie," I whispered, "Please."
She was on the porch instantly, light beaming out of the door behind her. She looked like a fucking guardian angel. Even through the driving rain, I could see the tiny braids woven through her loose hair. She glared at me, impassive.
"Rosalie," I cried out, trembling, "I'm scared. I'm alone. You---you've got to know what that's like." I swayed and fell to my knees. CAREFUL, my body shrieked at me.
She just stared at me, wavering. Confused and compassionate warring with hated and disdainful.
"I need your help," I murmured, the world fading to nothing but mud puddles and agony.