All Chapters of No Sunlight for Rosalie: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The moment they learned I had given up my enrollment, several elders appeared at our doorstep.As soon as Mom opened the door, one of them spoke directly:"Luna, was it Rosalie's own decision not to attend the Werewolf Academy?""Using Rosalie's future to compensate for the regrets of a deceased Rose, don't you think that's a loss for Shadow Pack?"Their questioning drove Mom into a frenzy.She shoved the elders out and slammed the door shut.Then she dragged me into my sister's room and forced me to kneel."Rosalie, did you go behind my back and report this to the elders?""Did you cheat on the exam just so you could escape this house?""Is staying home to keep your sister company really such a burden to you?"The thorned switch lashed across my back. I bit my lower lip until it bled, refusing to make a sound.My Dad watched as my back was covered in wounds from the whipping. He finally spoke."Rosalie, you're not going to the Werewolf Academy.""Listen to your Mom. Stay home and keep

Day ThreeTo celebrate my sister's birthday, my parents threw a banquet.And I was to attend as her stand-in.Mom took it very seriously, specially picking out the silk gown my sister once loved most.A style from twenty years ago, long outdated.My sister's gown hung on my thin frame like a clown who had stolen a princess's dress.As a child, I was forced to wear it to banquets, and everyone laughed at me behind my back.Now I put it on without resistance.Seeing me in that dress, Mom's eyes instantly reddened.I knew she was looking through me at my sister again.That loving gaze had never truly rested on me."Rose, my most beloved daughter. Mom is so proud of you.""Everyone in Shadow Pack will be there. Remember to smile. Don't be nervous.""Rose loved chatting with elder’s Dorian. Make sure you talk to him."Mom instructed me one thing at a time.As if terrified I might make a mistake, shatter the illusion of my sister, and force them all to wake from the dream.What she didn't kn

When consciousness returned to me, I saw a girl lying on the balcony.The morning sun poured without reserve over her pale face.It took a long while before I understood.That girl was me.I was dead.The next instant, my soul was yanked away and pulled to my parents' side.Mom was bent over a gravestone, weeping.Buried here was my sister's cenotaph."Rose, twenty years now, and Mom still misses you so."So they had come to see my sister again.This monthly visit to the cemetery had never once been skipped, not since the day I was born.But they never brought me.At first I thought they were sneaking off somewhere for fun.Once I threw a tantrum and begged to come along.Mom turned and slapped me across the face.Her eyes were red as she demanded of me:"You have us every single day. Rose gets to see us only once a month.""And even this once you want to ruin it. How can any pup in this world be so selfish?"I went silent at once.I never dared to be needy again.Dad's hand moved towa

The entire hall fell into dead silence.Dad and Mom stood frozen where they were, like statues.Edmund's eyes turned red. His voice came out hoarse."How did Rosalie die so suddenly.""She was still smiling and talking to me at the banquet just last night."Dad and Mom still did not move.Edmund could hold himself together no longer. He turned and ran out.A long time passed before Mom seemed to slowly come back to herself."How dare she die."She sank to the floor, one inch at a time."She lied about having some terminal illness, and when we didn't believe her, she staged a fake death to steal everyone's attention."Dad's mouth fell open, but no sound came out.He simply drifted back until he was leaning against the wall.After another long silence, Mom turned to look at him."Dorian put her up to this, didn't he? They're lying together.""They want me to stop talking about Rose from now on.""That calculating girl wants my love all to herself.""It must be that. It has to be.""Why w

After collapsing at the hospital that day, Mom's mind came apart completely.Dad had her admitted to a healing house.She lay in her patient's gown, thin as paper against the bed.Her hair had gone entirely white.When my sister passed, my parents had still been in their prime.Now they too had grown old.As a child, looking at the photographs around the house of them young and full of life, standing beside my sister, I had carried a quiet, shameful envy.Why had I never known my parents when they were young?By the time I was old enough to stand on my own, they were already very, very old.For a long stretch of years that fear had wrapped itself around me, the dread of losing them to death.I had not expected to be the one to go first.At the healing house, Mom kept crying out that she wanted her daughter.Dad had no other answer for it. He began bringing Rose's things over, piece by piece.First the photographs, until they covered every wall.Then the bedsheets from Rose's room, spre