Ian and Rosalie Gallagher are twins, both red hair. Ian has brown eyes, Rose has blue eyes. They opposites yet the same, they have each other's back. They are each other's best friend, they literally do most things together. Rose is her own person a...
It was all the same the next day, slow mornings for me. I just throw on whatever. I went to school with just Ian, I gave my lunch to Penny between 2nd and 3th period. I was at lunch and Ian saw me with nothing. "Rose?" He asks slowly. "Where's your food?" He asks. "I'm not hungry and I lost it when I tripped after 2nd period," I lied. I can lie good, but not to Ian.
"You're lying here," he hands me half his sandwich. "No, no. I'm good really," I fake a smile but he knows its fake.
"Please for me," He gives me a puppy dog eyes. I sigh and take the sandwich I could feel everyone's judging eyes as I did so. Oh god.....
The food made me wanna throw up, but it made someone happy. But not everyone. Soon the day of torture ended and we walked home, even though Ian offered to carry me as I was limping and looked beat. I was jumped in the girls' locker room. My boby ached more and I wanted to curl up and die. But as soon as we got back, Ian and Lip left to wherever. I walked inside despite the worried looks from Ian and Lip. Carl and Debbie sat doing homework, well Debbie was. Carl was blow torching an old Barbie of mine and Debbie's. "Hey, Rose," says Debbie.
"Hey..." I breathe out.
"Look I made a flaming doll," jokes Carl holding up the doll, who's face was burnt off and hair was all black and crappy.
"Thats nice Carl," I wave it off tried and dizzy.
"You okay, Rosebud?" Asks Carl looking at me.
"I'm good, just tried. Im gonna lay down," I say going upstairs. They didn't say anything back to me, it felt as though they saw right through me. I limped to mine, Debbie's and Laim's room, where Laim laid sleeping. I smiled weakly at my kid brother, before letting my bag fall to ground and I flop onto the bed passing out. But before I do, I feel someone place a blanket over me whispering,
"Sleep peacefully and get better sissy, you're the only that pays enough attention to me, besides Fiona anyways."
Carl......
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When I did wake up, fucking Lip groaning and dumbass sprain his foor running, or say they say. They were helping someone, I don't know and I didn't care. I walked out the back like I always do when shit like this happens. I grab Frank's smokes, the ones he claims he's lost. I grab one of Lip's lighters. I was walking, hands in pockets.
The cold Chicago air hitting me, I acted as though it didn't bother me as much as I wanted to curl up and die of frostbite. "Hey Rosie!" I turn and I was actually happy to Mandy, my best friend who is a girl. I smile as she catches up to me. "What you doing kid?" She loved to call me kid or Rosie.
"I'm going to the old warehouse to puff," I say," Wanna join?"
"Hell yea!" She grins making me laugh and blush as red as my hair. We walk holding hands together, laughing and telling jokes the way there. To me, holding hands with her meant something to me, but I don't think it meant anything to her.
We finally get to the warehouse, we sit on the side, our backs against the wall. I hand her a smoke, she smiles taking it prideful. I put mine into my mouth, I light it then hand the lighter to Mandy. She happily takes the lighter and lights hers, as well. The pain of the smoke going down into my lungs helped me from cutting myself. Mandy knows everything. I don't why, I feel safe around her. And I know this hard to say, but I think I love her. It's not like love, the way I love my siblings. It's like a partner, a lover kind of way.
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(Pretend the brunette is Mandy)
I breathed in the smoke, then I blow it out. Sometimes pain is good, and I needed it. "You haven't lately have you?" Asks Mandy bluntly. I looked at her, holding my smoke in my hand, in between my fingers.
"Haven't what?" I ask, acting dumb. I knew what she meant.
She gives me a look, I sigh," Maybe."
"Rosalie, its a yes or no," she says pissed staring me tensionly.
"Yes," I mumble, throwing my crigette bud to the ground and watching it burn like my lungs and soul.
"Let me see," she says firmly throwing her bud next to mine. She grabs my wrist and pulls up my sleeve. Her fingers trail just over the news from this morning, I whimper hissing under my breathe. Tears form in my eyes.
"Why?" She breathes out, looking at me. Mandy is the onky one who knows of the blades.
"It was them and you weren't at school," when Mandy is at school, people don't mess with me as much, I usually hang with her and Mickey, and his little gang, they protect me like family.
"I beat them so bad, they'll wish they were dead!" She yells standing up and kicking a barrel over. I jump startled, my heart pounding. She looks at me sadly. "Oh no, Rosie, I'm sorry," she sits next to me, she hugs me, hidding her face in the crook of my neck. I shiver, I inhale and exhale a breathe as I became tense.
"Call me, walk to me, you know where to find me and Mickey," she says lifting up my chin, so I look at her. I nod blushing. She smiles, we left holdinb hands again. I would see Mandy smiling glancing at me then to our hands, I didn't know what it meant. She drops me off at my house, I walk in as Ian was going upstairs, most likely to bed. Fiona looks at me, Frank was drunk on the floor.
"Hey much more do you need for that journal," she asks.
"18 dollars, but I only have 8," I say sadly. She digs into Frank's jacket and pulls out a 20. She stands up and hands me the 20 bucks. "Here buy that journal and some pens or pencils," she smiles sweetly. I nod taking the money, I began to walk upstairs when I run back and hug her. She was taken back by it.
"Thank you sissy," I breathe out, tears about come through.
She slowly hugs back. "You're welcome."
I pull away and quicjky dart upstairs to the boys' room, I strip and get one of Ian's shirt on. As I slip it on, Ian stirs looking at me. "Rose?" His groggy voice startling me.
"Sorry did I wake you up?" I ask.
"No, not at all. I just got up here myself," I say, he nods scooting over knowing I'm gonna lay with him tonight. I crawl into the bed next to him and he hugs me, I feel better and I lay my head on chest. He hums to me, Hey Jude, just like mom use to when she loved us.
