𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝...

Chapter 36

"Will," said Rosemary, appearing by the doorway. Her hair was slightly disheveled from the wind. She had just come back from a doctor's appointment, Will knew. 

He ignored her, typing away at his essay on his laptop. 

"Will," Rosemary said again. "I want to talk to you." 

He pursed his lips and scrunched his eyebrows. He didn't give any indication that he'd heard her. 

"Will...it's been four days. Why are you still ignoring me?" 

"It's been four days," Will said suddenly, turning around and standing up. He knew there was a murderous look in his expression, and it kind of satisfied him to see Rosemary step back in alarm. "And not once did I hear a sorry come out from you!" 

"For what?" Rosemary asked, confused. 

Will paused, his lips parting in shock. "For what?" he asked dumbly. "Are you seriously asking me that?! You hit me!" 

"You shouldn't have said that I was replacing Charlotte with Jackson." 

"I wouldn't have said it if you just stopped being friends with Jackson, like I said!" 

"I haven't seen Jackson hurting anyone since the day we talked in the graveyard, Will! I know Jackson hurt you, before that. And I stopped him. He's changing!" 

"He's not! He's pretending he is!" 

Rosemary shook her head, huffing out a breath. "When are you going to let it go, Will? I told you I know what I'm doing. So stop. You're not my older brother! I can make decisions for myself!" 

"I lived longer than you," Will hissed. "I knew Jackson for longer! You were sleeping!" 

"I don't care, Will!" Rosemary exclaimed. "I hate fighting! I just want peace! So can you leave it alone??" 

He stared at her, his chest heaving. Tears swam in his vision. He couldn't see. 

She didn't want to fight. 

He didn't, either. 

"I can leave you alone," he whispered. "But I will never leave this alone. I just want you to be safe, Rosemary." 

"I am safe," Rosemary snapped. "I've never felt more safe with Jackson." 

He blanched. His heart froze and he blinked at his older sister. 

This time, he let the tears fall. 

Her gaze softened. "Will," she said, "I'm—" 

"No," he cried. "I don't want to hear it." 

Shoving past her, he ran out of the room, tears falling down his face. He wasn't even sure where he was going; just that he needed to get out of there. 

He ran out the front door, and down the sidewalk, his mind on autopilot. His feet were taking him somewhere, and he only knew where he was when he saw the graves in front of him. 

Row on row, gray slabs, telling stories. People's names, who loved them...all on the stones. 

He searched. He found the names of Amelia Hamilton, Jack Burrough, Kyliene Jones, and so many more. 

But then he found one. The one he was searching for. 

Charlotte Reidall.

He collapsed in front of the grave, sobbing, his head in his hands. Crying for Charlotte's best friend, his sister, who didn't believe in him anymore. 

"I wish you were alive," he said to her. "You could've stopped Rosemary from playing into Jackson's hands." 

And Charlotte could've. 

If Charlotte were alive, Rosemary would never have felt the need to get a new best friend. Rosemary wouldn't have felt alone. Rosemary wouldn't have gone to James, and then to James's best friend, Jackson. 

Rosemary would never have gone to the graveyard, where she saw Jackson. 

Jackson would never have talked to Rosemary. 

He sobbed. Rosemary had been his best friend, more than a friend than Kyle ever was. It was Rosemary who had always been there, played with him, and took him to the ice cream parlor. 

They had been a team. 

Sister and brother. 

Brother and sister. 

When Rosemary had fallen into the coma, Will had felt like part of him had died. Never again would Rosemary laugh at his jokes. Never again would she carry him around. Never again would she squeal in excitement on Christmas or her birthday. 

But she woke up, right before the doctors were about to take her off life support. And Will started living again. 

Until now. 

Her jabs, once playful, now were dangerous. Like daggers; pointy metal that stabbed Will in the heart. Her smile now turned to a scowl. Her eyes, once wide and crinkly with smiles, were now narrowed in anger. 

His shoulders shook. 

"Why doesn't she understand, Charlotte? Why doesn't she believe me?" 

His eyes fell on the flowers on her grave, pretty and bright. But he turned away, scrunching his eyes together. 

More than a year ago, he had been mourning his sister.  And here he was again, mourning the fact that the sweet big sister he had once known was gone from his world. 

~ Lyn 

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Ouch, that was heartbreaking...

Who hears my heart falling into pieces on the floor? 

(Also I updated again today, yay!) 

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