By: Thea
A salty tear slipped from my eye, and started its journey down my face. It felt cool against my burning skin. I want to throw up. I want to throw something at someone. I wanted my life back, even though I wasn’t the sick one. The little pink ribbons that decorated my mirror did not help the hollowness in me. They were just a constant reminder of everything that was happening.
The distant memory spilled out into my mind. Rosalie, we have some bad news for you… “Honey”, my mother’s soft sweet voice rang in the air.
My tears now decorated my face. I could sense the feelings in each one. Mad, angry, confused. All of these emotions swirled inside me like a big hurricane. I kicked the floor with my foot regretting it as the tiny sting started to wind up through my leg.
Pull it together Rose. You can go to school.
“JAKE!” I screamed up the 18 stairs. My voice cracked, and it ended up sounding more like a cry then a command.
“C’mon Rose. You do not have to be so on time” Jake whined well stomping down the stairs. I could almost taste his anger, raging around him in clouds.
“Your hair is all matted into your face.” He commented.
“Shut up! My hair is fine!” His annoying voice was in my head. I wanted to tell him I was fine, but I had to be perfect for school so I rushed over to the bathroom and looked into the sink vanity.
School… I can do that… Right? I forced myself to leave my mom to get dressed for an hour. How bad would six hours be?… I have to be at school for the first day back of vacation anyways…
I let the black brush comb it’s way through my hair.
“Diva!” Jake chanted as he rolled his eyes. Before I knew what I was doing, the brush was in the air. Heading towards his perfectly stupid head.
“OW! Rose! YOU CAN’T FREAKING DO THAT!” Jake yelled in the living room. I couldn’t help hide the smile that was now controlling my face. My hand went to my back pocket. To grab my phone and take a picture of his annoyed expression.
“Giada is going to FREAK!” I squealed, while wiping the remaining tears from my face.
“YOU!” Jake was lunging towards me. I giggled, and threw the phone onto the couch.
“Rose… You haven’t laughed in ages” my father commented while pouring coffee into a cup across the room. I could almost taste the war cinnamon as I blushed at my father’s comment.
“By the way… Please do not throw stuff at Jake” My father commanded.
“I wouldn’t have to if he wasn’t so annoying!” I explained.
“Rose, what’s your password!”Jake whined from behind me.
Really moron.. You think I am giving it to you.
“It’s…” I started. I made the most confused face I could.
“ROSALIE!” Jake yelled. His face was still slightly red from where the brush hit him, but that did not hide his annoyed expression.
“Oh, yah. It is called private info!” I chanted, and walked towards him and snatched the phone out of his hands. He smacked my hands, and pulled his phone out.
“You guys are going to miss the bus!” Mom called. I quickly straightened up and slid my phone into my back pocket. Then I headed for the mudroom. I grabbed the grey lunch bag off the counter.
I grabbed my light pink backpack, shoved my lunch bag in my backpack and headed out of the house.
Chapter 2
Rain…
“NO” I screeched. I walked outside into the pouring rain.
“HAHAHA” Jake smirked as he made fun of me. I wanted to slap him in the face, but mom was staring out the window.
Stay COOL! STAY COOL!
I ran back through the doorway, shoving Jake and snatch my blue rain jacket from my mom, who was laughing at me, and through the hood over me.
“Rosalie the diva just got wet!!! YOU GOT WET!!!” Jake chanted under his breath.
“Moron!” I exclaimed, and started to sprint away. More thoughts burst into my mind, and we’re burning ideas into me
“Blind!” Jake cracked, and he started chasing me.
“You are going to be the one who is blind!” I threatened as I stopped in front of him. He swerved out of the way, and slapped my arm.
“How are you gonna do that GRANNY!” Jake screamed, as his voice cracked, into the road as the bus approached. I looked at him quickly, made a sour face and stuck my tongue out. As the big ugly yellow thing of doom came around the corner I tried to smile.
“By the way… THAT HURT!” I complained asI walked towards the big, germ filled bus. I walked straight to the back to sit with Giada.
“So… ” Giada started. “How’s my aunt?!” She whispered into my ear after I sat down next to her. Lifting my backpack onto my as I sat down on the squishy grey seat. She patted my back. I knew she was going to ask, but that still didn’t help me create an answer.
Giada is the only person who knows oursecret. The only person who was going to know. She’s my cousin… I can trust her.
“She is doing well I guess?” I whispered back.
“UGH.” Jake whined. He dropped onto the seat next to us. He pulled his phone out and glared at us one more time before he ignored us.
“Jake!” I whispered poking him with a pencil. Kaden who was sitting in front of us looked at me and whispered, “Why are you poking him!? Are ya dating!”.
“Becasue he is my stupid brother… And I’m dating Jason!” I snapped. He blushed and looked away. Something that people do not realize is that me and Jake are siblings, even though we look just alike. Golden blonde hair, green eyes, and pale skin.
Although names and looks people give aren’t my biggest problems, they still bother me. This is why nobody was going to know about mom. I would have a label stuck on me. SICK MOM’S DAUGHTER… Would be my label. I could not live with that. So I could live with TWIN of the terrible miserable JAKE!
I had a reputation that had to be held in one piece. That meant no one was going to know, so I held my straight face on the bus.
I heard Giada comment on a seventh graders shoes, and say how sevy they were. I looked down at her brand new vans. I looked down at my new vans, and then looked at the girl Giada was talking about.
Her shoes were definitely boys shoes, and at least five years old. Jake looked up, eager to take a bite at the victim of the fashion crime.
“Really, BRANDLY! Those are Ky’s old shoes!” He complained, even though he had nothing to complain about. Branly looked at Jake. Tears brimmed her eyes. I could sense her unhappiness.
Sadly, most sevys looked up to my moronic brother. They apparently saw something in him. {True love they said. I mean he does have some looks, but I am totally hotter.}
“Say sorry, Jake!” I whispered as I poked him some more. He looked at me, and then scooted to the other side of the seat, sticking his tongue out at me the entire time.
“Sorry” Jake mumbled, whining as he spoke. A smirk grew its way onto my face. I tried to bite my tongue to stop the flow of giggles, but it didn’t work.
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“C’mon, were going to be late!” Giada whined as she tugged me through the bus, but I knew she didn’t care at all about being late. She wanted me to run into Jason. I knew her tactics.
“Jake is by Jason… I don’t want to go near the freak!” I whined back as she pulled me through the crowded halls, towards the two boys. Unfortunately, Giada was two, maybe three inches taller than me, so she could tug; hard. Also unfortunate, the one person that I really had a crush on, was best friends with my brother, who was an idiot. I had finally gotten twenty feet away from him and Giada wanted me to go diving back at him.
“Hey ya big” Jake started, but couldn’t finish because Mrs. Buckworths was walking by.
“Hello, Rose, Giada, and Jason! … Oh… And Jake.” She stated. Jake made a face. The second Mrs. Buckworths turned her head and headed down the hall, Jake’s middle finger went up.
“She….” Jake started his rant. Jason’s face morphed into something between a smirk and irritation as we started towards home room, leaving Giada to deal with Jake. Jason smiled the second we left Jake with Giada.
“You look good today” Jason finally got out. His face idmitiaetly shifted into a bright pink color.
“Thanks” I responded trying not to blush. It didn’t matter because I could already feel the heat in my cheeks.
Why does Jake hate Mrs. Buckworths so much!” Jason started trying to keep the conversation going. I tried biting my lip to stop my laugh, but I failed tremendously.
“Cause Jake failed Buckworths class, got 3 detentions for her, and only her class… And Jake got GROUNDED for a month!”. All of the chores and work Jake had to do somehow put my in a happy place. Not to mention the school dance he missed.
“Jake looked like he might punch her, I do not think he could handle her.” Jason cracked.
“I mean a little time away from him would be great!” I smiled. Dad would definitely get a kick out of that.
“Well look at this… Our doom” Jason quiteted and looked at his feet as he enter Mrs.Feeney’s room.
~~~
“Can anyone please answer my question!” Mrs. Feeney asked. Her fingers rapped on the white board. Jason looked at me for the answer, but I shook my head.
Whoever invented PIE, PLEASE HELP ME! I mean what on earth does this mean?!? 47.8545 times 47.8545 then multiplied by pie!
“Rose do you mind answering this.” Mrs. Feeney called out towards me, just as the phone started to ring.
Oh. THANK. GOD.
“Rose, you guidance counselor would like to speak with you, something about a call from home, and the bus” She spoke the words like someone died, and her eyes seemed to scream sorry. She looked at me, and cleared her throat. She quickly wiped her eyes, and then faced the class. I could feel the tears. I slowly pushed the chair backwards, feeling the eyes watch every moment. I didn’t even bother trying to stop my hair from dragging in my face. I want to throw up. I want to throw something at someone. I wanted my mom back.
I grabbed the pass from Mrs.Feeney’s hand, not even bothering to look at her. Pity. Pity. PITY! I opened the door.
She’s DEAD! I know it. I… I hate the world.
Tears flowed from my eyes. I saw Jake. He look white. Just like me. Just like his twin. He looked like he saw a ghost. I knew I was going to have to face it. I slowly dragged my feet down the hall, not even bothered by the screeching they made.
Every moment of her hugging me, loving me, and being with me, crossed my mind. The late nights when we watch the stars. The girls nights, when we talked about who I had a crush on. The holidays. Everything good was gone. Now all that was left was going into a house full of darkness, and feeling dead, even though I didn’t die.
I quickly wiped the snot and tears from my face as I held the cold metal door handle which would leave me in a cold world. Jake was standing right behind me. I could feel the coldness radiating off of him.
I pressed down on the door handle, letting the warm air of the office take me in. I wanted it to hide me away from the truth, but the truth was the reason I was in here.
“Rose, Jake. I would like to talk to you, your mom,” She started, but that was all she had to say, all of the other words ran on without me. I knew it would be coming, but I was hoping that I would have been there with her for her last moments. To hear her tell me everything was going to be okay, but it was not. Everything was not going to be okay, and it was never going to be okay.
“She is alive Rose!” But that did not stop the black dizziness. It was only starting. Mom might be alive, but that did not mean that everything was going to be okay. I tried to move my hands, put them in front of me. Instead I just fell.
I fell.
I fell into sadness.
I fell into madness.
I fell into the pink ribbons.
I fell into happy memories that all ended up ending.
I fell.
I fell there waiting for someone to help. No one did. No hand to pull me from the darkness. I begged for that hand, but that hand never came. Only the hard tile floor held me, and the words, “She is alive” ringing in my head saved me.
The End.
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