A Rose's Thorns

Chapter 17, PTSD

Rosaleen's PoV
(Mentions of death and gore)

Another day at school, another day of bullying and relentless reminders of who I was. What I meant to my parents and to my sister. I threw my bag onto my bed, running my hands through my knotted fiery ginger hair. My mom and sister were more of a light peach, almost a dirty blonde, I got a mix of my dads and my moms. 

“Rosaleen Dervila, get your butt down here, you have some explaining you need to do.” I heard from outside my door, my eyes rolling as I stood and walked out my bedroom door and down the stairs. 

“Why did your father and I get a call from the school? Saying you picked a fight with one of your classmates?” My mother asked, quirking a perfect brow as she looked at me in disappointment and I huffed slightly. Crossing my arms over my chest slightly in a defensive stance. 

“Rosaleen answer your mother.” My father demanded making me jump slightly, my father rarely ever raised his voice. 

“I didn't start it… They were making fun of me… I had to defend myself.” I said, knowing anything I said would go in one ear and out the other. 

“We have gone through this Rosaleen, you can’t be starting unnecessary fights for no reason.” I deflated upon hearing her words, bottling up the betrayal, I didn’t start that fight but everyone blames me.

“Mom please… You have to believe me.” I whined, hoping she would listen but her dark brown eyes narrowed at me, my eyes flicking to my father now. I was only 15 what they were expecting, he shook his head in disappointment and I deflated further.

“Why does no one ever listen to me!?” I finally cracked and broke making both my parents jump in shock, my childlike black eyes stare at the two adults.

“Why can’t you be more like your sister? She doesn’t start fights and she has perfect grades.” My Mother huffed standing and ushering me out of the kitchen.

“You’re grounded, no TV and no outside privileges.” My mother snapped, pushing me out of the kitchen now making me trip on my feet slightly, my eyes widened in shock as tears stopped running down my cheeks as I stared past her and looked at my Father who looked disappointed.

“Room now young lady, I don’t want you in my sight anymore.” My Mother said her voice was rising and I instantly spun and ran up the stairs, my hands shaking as I closed the door to my bedroom and flopped onto my bed, curling in on myself tears streaking my cheeks. 

“Why can’t you be more like your sister…” Their words kept running through my mind, my body shivering slightly as I sat up and grabbed my laptop that was in my bag. I sniffled heavily running a hand across my face to wipe the tears away, I got a search engine running and typed into the search.

‘How to summon a demon.’ I had been looking into it lately, hoping to find something to help me change my life, maybe make a deal and make my life better. I was done being compared, I want to be their equal not less than.

I scrolled through the website names, reading over the words quickly and froze upon one that caught my attention. I clicked on the link and a black website opened up with the signature red letters and the demonic symbols. 

Ignoring them I scrolled down to find the incantation, and I hummed softly grabbing some of the drawing chalk I had and drew the symbol I was given. After that I wrote down the words I was meant to say. Lighting the black candles on each point I begin.

“By the shadow that bends, and the light that reflects.” I start.

“I summon forth the one who disguises the texts.” I licked my lips as I bit my cheek slightly.