His Golden Rose

Chapter 4

Yasmine's Pov

My head feels like I've been run over by fat elephants.

All I can see is darkness, luring me in further but the thing is, I like it.

My life hasn't been the same ever since Willow, my twin sister. It started six years ago, everything was perfect and everyone was happy. Mum was cancer-free, dad was always home helping us looking after Logan. We was eleven at the time when the tables turned.

Willow committed suicide, that was the time ISIS became the number one news making everyone think all muslims are bad. I could've helped her. I could've stopped her. But guess who bullied her.

Ella.

Willow was everything I could ask for a sister. Beautiful. Smart. Spoiled. Funny.

I remember the day from the back of my hand. I hate it.

"Yasmine?" a soft knock on the door made me look up from my phone.

"Yes?" I patted the spot next to me as Willow sat down.

"Has anyone said any bad words to you?" her voice was soft and fragile, my heart broke at the sight.

I leaned down to her ear, "Who's the bitch?"

That made Willow laugh and I was glad but that didn't change the atmosphere. Willow stopped laughing then looked at me before sighing.

"It's nothing Minny, I've been hearing rumours that people are saying stuff about you" I don't believe her and I don't know if she's lying or not because I thought her best.

I nodded unsurely, "If someone is talking shit to you, tell me, okay? I'll break their faces"

She nods and leaves without a second glance.

-

I walked into the quite house, placing my bag on the couch. "Willow?"

Mum is shopping with Logan while dad's working, I grew more worried as I walked into the kitchen. "Willow!" I search the clean kitchen until I saw one of mum's knife was missing from its set.

"WILLOW!"

I ran up stairs with my heart pumping its way out. As I got closer to her room, I heard music.

'What God could make it stop, Let this end'

I pushed my way to the top to the end of the hallway

'And too much blood had flown from the wrist, Of the -'

NO!

I collapsed onto my knees crawling my way to her. Willow's throat was slit with the knife in her hand, "No! Please, Willow" I whimpered.

But the way her eyes looked at me made my stomach turned.

Lifeless.

My eyes opened gasping for air as I sat up. I felt a hand rubbing my back soothingly, I turned to my left and saw Damien. WHAT!

I scurried away from him until I fell off the bed, making a 'ompf' sound. "W-what are y-you doing here?" I stuttered.

"I brought you home while you blacked out" he said in a monophonic tone, okay that might of made my heart quickened a bit.

He stood up and walked over to me, placing his hand out to reach. I took his hand without a thought, mumbling a 'thank you'

"You okay?" what is it with him caring?

"Yeah, I'm fine"

No I'm not.

We stood there in awkward silence, not knowing what to say. I ending up walking to my bathroom on the right but before I closed the door, Damien called my name.

"Yes?" I hid half of my face behind the door as I waited for him to talk.

"Your dad is coming home soon, he just went to the supermarket" I nodded and locked the door. Stripping out of my clothes, I was left with my bra and underwear. I took out my hair and looked into the mirror.

I had scars from last year on my upper thighs to the bottom of my stomach, my tan was okay but you can tell it's uneven. A bandage was on my stomach and right arm too but I left them on. My hair was dull and my eyes held no light. Just thinking about Willow brought tears to my eyes.

But through my blurry vision, I spotted my razor on the sink. Mindlessly reaching forward I brought blade toward my inner thighs. This is what you need.

No stop! There's another way!

Nothing like this.

My eyes closed without a second thought and slice both of my thighs inwards. Cutting brought me realise. Realise of heartache and pain. Somehow it didn't felt enough so I did it again, and again and again.

The blood trickled down my legs, painting on my unfinished canvas. Seeing enough of the blood, I hopped into the shower.

After I finished, I walked into my empty room. Thank God! I thought. Looking at the clock, it was after three so school should be finish now.

I changed into my black leggings and a panda hoodie and fixed my bandage on my stomach and arm and went downstairs to see Damien helping dad.

Remember how I said Damien and I were best friends, well he and dad have this 'manly' relationship, it's kinda weird. Of course mum and dad didn't know what Damien did to me, I didn't want to be another burden since mum has cancer to deal with.

"Hi dad" he turned around and squeezed me into a breathless hug. Like father, like daughter.

"Hello sweetie"

"What are you two doing?" I raised my eyebrow at the two of them,

"Getting dinner ready, oh and can you help Logan with his homework while your mother is at her appointment" my mouth just dropped open. No way is he letting Damien for dinner.

"You're not staying for dinner" I pointed to a smirking Damien.

"Yasmine, don't be rude" Dad scowled at me as I groaned my way to Logan in the living room.

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Now it's half past seven and I'm sitting next to the idiot himself as Logan sat next to mum across from us with dad sitting at the end next to Damien. I can't help my heart race every time he's near me, I don't know if he's planning something and I don't know if this is all a joke.

I shoved another piece of kebab into my mouth savouring the taste. But unfortunately dad asked a question that was very uncomfortable with.

"So Yasmine, are you joining soccer? I know you can beat that Ella girl"

I swallowed my food down slowly, it feels like it's harder for me to breathe now.

"N-no I'm not joining" I muttered.

"What about singing? You haven't -" I cut him off "Can we please talk about something else?"

After I said that, Mr Ding Dong said something that left my mother smiling.

"Did you know I moved in next door?"