Her head was spinning.
Anger.
Frustration.
Sadness.
Confusion.
Two different stories. Who did she trust more?
Will?
Or Jackson?
Her head pounded and she placed it in her hands, strands of her hair escaping from her braid.
Why?
Why didn't the hurt just leave?
Why was life so unfair?
So confusing?
Why did everything happen to her?
Charlotte.
James.
Jackson.
Will.
He thought I was replacing Charlotte.
But I'm not, she argued. I'm not!
Thoughts mingled with thoughts.
Shouts overlapped shouts.
It hurt.
Dots swam in her vision and she let out a cry, crumpling to her knees.
Tears slipped down her cheeks.
Help, she said to no one. No one would hear.
But there were footsteps, and foolishly, she thought it was Will.
"Rosemary, Rosemary dear!" Her mother's voice seemed far away. "What's going on...Will! Get Rosemary some water, please?"
No sound. Silence.
Her mother sighed, and she heard footsteps walking away, quick and soft.
And then something was at her lips, and she swallowed to cool liquid which burnt her throat.
Her head cleared, a little bit, and she saw her mother's face in front of hers, worried yet pretty.
"What happened, Rosemary?" her mother whispered.
"I...I don't know." Her voice shook with cries and she fell onto her mom, hugging her tightly. Her heart hammered.
"It's okay." Her mom hugged her back, just as tight. "Lie down, I think you got dizzy. I heard you and Will arguing, so maybe it was from that."
Rosemary nodded, and she stood on shaking legs. "Will doesn't love me anymore," she whispered once she was in her bed.
"Nonsense," her mother said kindly. "He loves you. Very much. He's just...not himself right now."
She kissed her forehead and closed the lights, sending Rosemary into darkness.
~Lyn
Words: 295
Whooo, three chapters!
*falls down*
Okayy I'm tired now, see you guys later! :)
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