A writer named Rosaline was having a life with something missing in it which she couldn't figure out. Her friends have been bragging her for months to get a so called social life, and for once she listened. A week or two into getting a social life s...
In 1898, there was a woman, a writer that loved her life, she was a pretty girl but abnormal. She had white hair and blue eyes. She was still classed as the 'pretty one' throughout her life so she wasn't tormented , she was picked on for her career choice since it wasn't popular upon women in them times. It was a bright day, she was 22 at the time and she had her hair in braids, blue ribbons tying her hair and a blue dress with knee-high socks. A pianist in the background playing music as she wrote, she got interrupted by a friend named Katherine "Oh Rosaline my dear!~" She cooed, walking in with all her pride to her study room. Rosaline was the writers name, she turned around to look at her best friend "Ah, hello Katherine, its lovely seeing you here." Rose said with a soft but sweet smile. Katherine scoffed and rushed over "your writing, again?! come rose! you need a life outside the writing industry!" She bragged, Katherine was a brunette girl with emerald green eyes, she was a musician and a talented one at that too. She would play the violin, the piano and the cello.
Rosaline sighed, standing up and looking at the woman that she had befriended all those years ago. "Why do you care so much?" she asked with curiosity filling her mind. Did she care about her wellbeing? Or did she just want a famous friend to show off and use her. But that's just Rose overthinking again. Katherine was such a great and caring friend, yet so overprotective. "Am I not allowed to care for you now? I want you to die with someone by your side, and not alone!" She argued, Kat just wanted her to be happy, in a relationship, she wanted her to have a husband she wanted her to be capable of the feeling, love, something Kat experiences with her husband. "I won't die alone, I have you" Rose argued back, making Katherine groan in exhaustion "I mean a lover, a husband, Rose!" Katherine said, Rose smiled softly, giving up "alright fine, ill start doing that once I have finished moving" Rosaline said, aiming at the fact she was moving houses into the countryside. It made Kat's face light up with joy as she spun around "Brilliant!" She said.
A few hours go by and Katherine had left, they had tea and croissants. Rosaline had undressed herself and walked to the mirror, her lamp was on so she could see visibly, looking at the large scar coming down from her right side to her abdomen, she sighed remembering the day of the attack:
(Flashback to 1885:)
Rosaline was in bed, asleep, she was 9 years old at the time and her family wasn't the most stable. It was about 11pm at night and she had woken up from her very short sleep. Coming out of bed and going to his parents door to hear them fighting...again. But the door opened...it was her mother "ah! you little brat!" she said, her father on the ground, his head was bleeding and he wasn't moving...was he dead..? It truly scared Rosaline at the time, they had such a good bond together, but her mother had an alcohol addiction and ruined everything. She grabbed the collar of her nightgown and dragged her to the basement, which in their family was called 'the pit of hell' the reason being that their mother would beat her kids and sometimes drug them. She was a doctor so she would use her children as test subjects. She threw Rose down the stairs with force and closed the door behind herself, walking down the stairs with her fists clenched. She took a lamp down there and put it on a desk. She then grabbed rose and started to punch her and kick her stomach which resulted to Rose puking all over her shoes "agh! you disgusting child! maybe this will teach you not to do such vile things!" she yelled and grabbed a fist-full of her hair, picking her up by it whilst Rosaline's tears dropped to the floor, she grabbed a dagger that was down there and that alone made Rose beg and scream for mercy "Mother please!" She begged but then a glimpse of pain came, making her gasp then came a flow of agonising pain came straight after she stabbed her own daughter and slashed down to her abdomen, it made blood drop, her bones ache, she couldn't talk out of pure shock and it frightened her. Before her mother could do anything else, her elder brother entered and grabbed the dagger out of her hand and stabbed her spine before anything else. She then fell to the ground with a yelp. "W-Winter..?" She stuttered out in such a sympathetic tone it made Winter shiver in disgust. Winter was the brother. He stared down at his mother "Don't speak to me, your a terrible person...it makes me sick." He said with a grudge held back in his voice. He quickly grabbed his sister and ran to the hospital, It took months to heal but she was okay after that and went to an orphanage, getting sent off to foster parents alone, still in contact with her birth siblings.
(End of Flashback)
Rosaline traced her fingertips along her scar, it sent a shiver down her spine and gave her goose bumps. She eventually shook her head and grabbed her nightgown and put it on, tying the lace to keep it in place, she got in bed and switched the lamp off, fluttering her eyes shut and going to sleep. Her shiny, white hair all over the bed as she slept. In the morning she woke up, the sun shining into her thin polyester curtains to her hair making it shine more then it would, it shone across her soft skin. She woke up with a grumble, Rose wasn't a morning person, she took pride in her sleep. She sat up and stretched, seeing the nicely done dress in front of her made by the maids she had. She stood up and went to the dress [The dress in the photo] She smiled, enjoying how she looked as a maid came in to do her hair, it was curled, styled half up and half down, tied with a red laced ribbon. She went downstairs and sat in the dining area as breakfast was served. They made an English breakfast, Bacon, fried eggs, tomatoes, sausages, some slices of toast, mushrooms and a cup of tea. She thanked the chefs and began eating then started the day still having that feeling of emptiness in her heart...she didn't know what it was and was incredibly confused over it, maybe she did need a man in her life.
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(NOTES: Hey! The creator here I'm here to say that this is the first chapter of many chapters...hopefully I actually finish this story because it took genuinely all week to think of something LMAO. Anyways this is slightly short but enjoy it any who <3)
