My Not So Happily Ever After

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

"Ugh Rose?" The gentle tap on my door and the soft baby voice of my foster brother floated to me over the sound of my music.

"Hey Mickey." I take out one earphone and sit up in bed, tapping the spot next to me, there wasn't much that I cared for in life, nothing that I felt I'd really miss, apart from Mickey.

He was the little brother I'd always wanted, outspoken and playful, he was the perfect partner in crime and the main reason I worked so hard to say with my current foster family.

"Do you ever think about them?" He sat beside me, swinging his legs up onto my bed and resting his head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Who?"

"Your parents Rosie, I mean, you're so lovely and kind, they can't have been well if they were willing to give you away. You're special!"

"Well of course you'd say that." I kiss his forehead as I run my fingers through his hair and tighten my arm around him. "Come on, time for bed."

I swing him round so that I can give him a piggyback rid to his room. "Night Mickey Mouse, I'll see you tomorrow, Munchkin." I place him down and give his hair one final tousle before I walk back to my room and shut the door.

I didn't like to think about my parents. I never told anyone that I was found when I was only five in the middle of nowhere with absolutely no memory of who I was or where I'd came from. I didn't even know my name.

So they called me for the perfectly formed red rose which apparently I was clutching in my hands when a local farmer found me.

It was basically a pretty depressing start to life, combined with the fact that I was forced to visit a psychiatrist twice a week until I was ten.

Twice a week for five years, that's about 520 hour long sessions.

And I still couldn't remember anything.

Dreams were always something I wish I could remember, they were entertainment for when you sleep, but I could never remember mine. Which is why when the sound of tapping on my window woke me up at three in the morning, I wan't very happy.

Sleeping without remembering dreams is extremely peacful, however it means I'm an extremely light sleep and am woken up very easily.

Now you can understand why waking me up at three in the morning is far worse than waking anyone else up at three in the morning.

Regretfully I pushed myself out of bed, letting the covers tumble onto the floor, as I straightened my top and walked towards the window, pushing it open to let the refreshing breeze in and to observe the dark figure crouching on the roof.

"Rose?"

"Yeah." I mumbled as that dark figure began to shuffle nearer. I wasn't stupid, I'd thought to grab the bat that rested under my bed before walking to the window.

"Why did you lie to me?"

"What?" I grumbled to the disheveled Adam.

"Why did yo-"

"Wait! What the hell are you doing in my room! Get out. NOW." I shifted my weight on to my back foot and started to raise my arm, preparing to knock Adam back out the window.

What kind of person sneaks into someone elses room at three in the morning?

"Rose!" Strong hands grabbed the bat straight out of my hands, throwing it carelessly across the room. "Please Rose, why did you tell me it was Kaitlin?"

Sighing in frustration, I collapsed on my bed burrowing my head into my hands. "Please can you talk slower and use extremely short words, morning Rose would really appreciate it."

"Why."

"Hm."

"Did."

"Yes."

"You."

I nod.

"Tell."

I make a motion with my hand telling him to continue.

"Me."

"Yeah."

"It."

"Alright."

"Was."

"Who?"

"Kaitlin?!"

I shook my head, when did I tell him that this elusive 'it' was Kaitlin. Hell, I'd hardly talked to him, apart from a couple of odd conversations and the fact that he thinks it's completely natural to sneak into someone elses room uninvited at three in the morning.

Which it wasn't.

"I'm sorry Adam but I don't remember ever telling you that 'it' was Kaitlin." I stand up and attempt to herd him towards the window. "Now if you wouldn't mind leaving, I would love to go back to sleep."

He seemed lost.

He kept shaking his head as though he was trying to clear it, while mumbling to himself. "But she's got to be her, they told me she was, it's the only place left."

Gently tapping his head while trying to push him backwards out of my window, trying to do something to get his attention.

I'd almost succeeded in lifting one leg over the window frame when he suddenly gasped as though he'd just been told that he was going to visit Santa Claus.

"Rose, do you dye your hair?"

I follow his eyes towards the box I'd discarded yesterday after I finished my hair, I rolled my eyes everyone hated the fact I dyed my hair. The therapist thought it was a desperate cry for help that she could answer, but it was just my ten year old way of telling society to fuck off.

"What colour is your hair naturally?"

I roll my eyes.

"What's it to you?"

His eyes flicked to the side quickly, a sure sign that the next word out of his mouth was going to be a lie."Curiosity."

I licked my lips.

"Well, you know the saying curiosity killed the cat and I'm officially done with this conversation and am going to be, please let yourself out."

And with that my bed welcomed me back with loving open arms.

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