Every Rose has its Thorns

Prologue

(No ones POV)

Jack Rose was in his dressing room getting ready for another sold out show. He was using his usual foundation on his slim, white arms to cover his... Injuries. His home life isn't the greatest. It's not even decent. For crying out loud his mother was no other then the failed ballerina, Night Swan! Because of her failed career in ballet, she expects perfection from him. He can't make a single mistake. Not even a tiny one. His voice cracks? A slap to the face. He trips over his feet due to the choreography? No food for a week. His microphone malfunctions? The tech crew fired and claw marks in his back.

The only good thing about his home life is his little sister, Jackie Rose. She's 8 years younger then him with her being 17. (Jack's 25 cause I said so). She has the same bright red hair as him. But it's longer and fluffier. She usually wears her hair in 2 low buns

(Idc if you like I do so shut it /j)
Her outfit is chosen by her mother (when Night Swan remembers her which is not often). It consists of a black, off the shoulder, blouse. The sleeves flowy and easy to move in

(Ngl I suck at describing outfits)
She is stuck pairing this top with a magenta skirt. She hates the skirt with all of her heart because of the waist band. Its tied so tightly around her waist it feelsike her organs are getting crushed. But she has to wear it

But her favorite part of this whole outfit is her boots. She rhinestoned them herself. Sure it was a pain in the ass but she did it all herself. They're really cute too

(Jackie's POV)
I was in my bedroom just writing some songs. I love to do that in my free time. Which I often have to since my mom really doesn't care about me. She only cares about my brother Jack. It's annoying. Like I'm right here! Whats so special about him!? And besides my songs are so much better then his. And his songs are written by professionals. They suck so damn hard.

I'm not saying I hate my brother though. He actually is more like a father to me then our own father. He dissapeared when I was around 4 I think. I really don't know anymore. Ever since he left I've been suffering. And because of being neglected I had to survive myself. That was until Jack turned 16. He started feeding me, hanging out with me (When he could). Even if it risked him getting hurt he would make sure I was well and alive. I owe him so much

"Jackie?" I turned to my bedroom door and saw Jack standing there. I smiled and wave. "What are you doing here? Don't you have a show?" I asked as I closed my notebook. He just shrugged and repli6 with "I just wanted to check in on you before I go on." "Well you better go back to your dressing room before mom sees you" I got up and walked over to the door and leaned on the door frame. "You know how she gets when your not where your supposed to be" I finished as I gently nudge him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes before ruffling my hair. He then sighed "Your right. See you after the show." And just like that he was already halfway down the hallway.

I would go out in the audience to watch but, mom 'forgot' my ticket so I can't. I can't even go backstage. I hate my life so damn much. I just want to be cared for as much as Jack is