𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜

unpublished cleaning bc it felt too off brand 4 me & idk i just realised its my wattpad book & i can do wtv i want anyways i just didnt like it
soapie goes biking w molly after school & they chat they talk (very lazy chapter not that great mostly practice)
tw: blood, amnesia is sort of a central theme after a while, there is a bike crash
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"Soph, could I come with you on the bike?"

It took a bit of organising, sure–Rosemary hemmed and hawed over every small detail, made sure Molly would be safe and secure on the bike, taught her how to hold on properly until their father pulled her back and reminded her Sophia was a big girl, she can handle taking care of her sister as Edd dangled off his arm like he was some type of jungle gym until they all had to get in Rosemary's neat little car and leave Sophie helping Molly onto the back of the bike. Sophie wobbled a bit with the original push-off, and her mother may have warned her once or twice to stop if she felt unsteady, but they were eventually gliding down the road with loads of giggles and the smallest shake when Sophie would turn a sharp corner that made her hands go sweaty and her stomach plunge for just a moment.

"You think we could go through the forest?" Molly hummed, and Sophie paused her careful perusal of a clothing shop window they were passing by to not quite stop the bike–it would be hard to get it going again if she did–but slow down just a bit.

"Mom would be super pissed." Sophie scratched the chipping paint on the handlebars of the bike as she drifted slowly down a road, mind already absently obeying her little sister's request. It was a mundane day in Brighton, like usual, but the sky seemed a bit too dark for her liking, and she was sure her mother–wherever she was, probably three quarters of the way home and fighting playfully with her husband over what songs to play on the dilapidated radio with a volume dial that barely worked or worked too well–had noticed that; she didn't want to worry her mother. She already did that enough as it is, with her reckless (however unintentional) actions that had almost costed her her life one too many times.

"Pissed." Sophie sucked in a sharp breath, blew it out in some reprimand for the parroted word before letting her sister continue. "Sorry. Anyways, yeah, but it'll be fun. Maybe we'll find one of those cool rabbits again–oh, what if we find a fairy? They usually live in hidden areas, maybe..."

The rest of the fifteen minutes it took for Sophie to get on the forest road were spent with Molly's excited dialogue over what new mythical beastie she'd discovered, and she was sure if she could see behind her, Molly's eyes would be wide and sparkly like the fairy dust she endlessly chattered about had infected her pupils. When they finally got onto the road, Sophie stopped peddling for a moment to let the bike glide and laughed when Molly squealed and squeezed her arms tightly around Sophie's chest, because she knew what she was doing and she didn't know the bike would tilt because of Molly's sudden lean to the side and fall off the goddamn road with a metal clank that brought about the feeling of bleeding all over.

"Shit!" Was the first exclamation she could let out when her windpipe had regained air, fingernails deep in the soil and her legs trapped under the bike. She could barely acknowledge the pool of blood blooming along her socks, too busy untangling herself from the blue metal bars of the bike that felt far too much like a prison for something that had been liberating moments before to check on her sister's currently limp body. "Molly, are you alright?"

There was a moment of silence, and then, Molly lifted a hand, slowly unfurling the fist she had formed it into to reveal a bloody tooth currently running small rivets of crimson through the crevices of her palm. "I lost my tooth."

She sounded funny, probably because she had her tongue currently arrested in the place her front tooth originally was, but Sophie had never been more relieved to a voice more then she had at that very moment. For a second, she thought maybe, just maybe, she had done something. Done something bad. And she had, but it hadn't hurt Molly, it had hurt her, and she thought that was just alright. It was better she get hurt.