The story of Rosalie Hale

The wrath of hell

The heat finally got so bad inside and out that I felt like was forced to drink lava and my body was set on fire during the process. Everthing got even more black and everything hurt. Was I that much of a bad person? Did god sentence me to suffer all of this in hell? Even with that evil bastard and his sick friends? The pain started to get so bad that I couldn't even hear myself scream and that's when a few memories flooded through my mind and things started to cool down so much that there was no longer any heat.