We are all entitled to be beautiful

Chapter Thirteen- An impossible decision

Xavier's P.O.V

"WHERE IS SHE?" I yell at the top of my lungs. I yell and I yell as if it will make the guards open the door. They don't though they won't ever unless they are ordered to it's as if their heartless; they probably are if they are blindly loyal to my parents.

"Where is she?" my voice is barely a whisper now. I can no longer shout so I bang on the door instead. Not even wincing at the awful crack sound it makes. I pound at the pearly white door, for what seems like hours.

Finally unable to bear the fact that this is all my fault,  I slump to the floor. If I disobey my parents, she dies, and if I do what they say I make the world worse and lose her trust forever. Either way, I'll lose her after everything I did to make her believe me again.

So I just sit there in that plain white room staring into the blankness of it all wishing I could just become a part of it. Escape this terrible decision I have to make because I can't just do nothing.

When I woke up I was lying on a single bed in the corner of the room, the only object in here. Feeling groggy and almost delusional from whatever was in that needle. I'm just waiting now, waiting for the inevitable orders I'll be given to carry out.

When I first made the decision to save Rose by doing what I had to, it had been simpler since I had the mind of a seven-year-old thinking that I'll be a hero saving her but it turned out to be the opposite I was the villain in her story an evil backstabbing betrayer. I had thought that it will all be Ok because she'd be Ok but... it wasn't like that at all. 

As though it would make the memories go away, I shake my head. It doesn't work. Memories flood back good and bad but mostly bad. I realise that all my good memories have her in them. Tears prick at my eyes but I fight to keep them back.

I can't break down not now, not when she needs me to make the right the decision. 

I try to think of what she'd want me to do but I don't have to because I already know: she'd want me to change the world even if it was at her expense.

She's not me though. She doesn't know what's going through my head she doesn't know how broken I'll be if she dies, she just doesn't know...

I hold my head in my hands, feeling my eyes water again this time not trying to stop the tears. They come out in small spurts, trickling into my clammy hands.

Click.

The door swings open and there's my mother. I stare down at the floor not wanting to see that triumphant malicious grin stretched across her fake skin.

"Let her go!" I say slowly, growling each word. 

She just laughs her wicked laugh and sneers, "I've just seen your beloved Rosalind you know,"

This makes me glance upwards meeting her gaze. "Don't you dare call her that!" I shout my voice echoing in the empty room.

Now she wears an amused smirk on her face, " That's exactly what she said,"

"You're pure evil," I spit, looking away from her once more. How dare she call Rose that only her parents could she told me that when we were younger! That's why I started to call her Rose. Pain sears through my mind as I reawaken that memory. I can still hear the distant chime of her sweet innocent laughter. My jaw clenches tightly as I ball my hands into fists.

"Now now that's no way to talk to your mother," she wears a feigned look of pain as she walks over towards me.

" You are not my mother!" I cry out, I can feel my face burn with anger as hers flushes crimson. "Mother's do what's best for their children and shower them with love and care if anything Roses' mother and father were more parents to me than you ever were or ever will be!"

In one swift movement, she raises her hand. I catch it before it hits my face.

"You may have an army behind one that would destroy the world in an instant, but they'll never be able to break her wherever she is because she's been through more than you know and unlike you, people who try to break her just make her stronger."I stare straight into her eyes, but she shows no emotion.

"She told me to tell you to let her die," she hisses in my ear. I let go of her hand my face paling, staggering backwards even though I know it's what she wants just hearing the words pour out of my mother's mouth feels like a knife has stabbed me. 

Rose want's me to let her die. She even said it herself: which hurts the most.

"I won't do anything for you not until you let me see her,"I hiss back.

"So you will do as you're told," she replies shocked.

"No, I'll decide once I've seen she's alive," I say firmly. Even though I still don't know what I'll do. I need to see her alive, I just need to...Unless I do, I'll never know what to do. I'll be forever lost in thought.

She takes a long deep breath, sighing a little as though she's disappointed, "Very well," Grasping my hand she aggressively pulls open the door.

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In a secluded corner of the castle, a see an ugly black coloured room. It's surrounded by darkness, just looking at it makes me worry about what my parents have done to Rose. Without saying a word my mother opens the door.

Click

With a deafening screech, the door swings open. Revealing nothing but darkness. She presses a button making a small dim light flick on, illuminating the once dark room. A hand pushed me forward and I hear the door slam shut behind me. 

 I gasp in horror as I see her, strapped into a large metal contraption. Her arms and legs attached to it with thick metal straps. I finally look up at her face to see that there is a  gash in her forehead with blood trickling down it. The bandage I wrapped around her leg is still there but soaked in crimson red blood. Her hands are covered in purple bruises. Her eyes are closed.

I can't bear it, why did they do this to her.

 I open my mouth to yell or cry out but all that comes out is another gasp. Then I hear a faint sound- she's murmuring something. 

I step closer to hear  her mumble, "I forgive you, Xavier."

I don't know what to do or say in return. So I just stand there, listening to the short faint breaths she takes.

Her eyes snap open. She squints into the light. Her breath going from soft and rhythmic to ragged and harsh. She looks up at me.

"Xavier," she whispers. "You have to let me die,"

Note to reader:

I have to say that was an intense chapter to write not as intense a the last couple but still. Do you think Rose is doing the right thing? Do you think Xavier will let Rose die? What would you do if, God forbid it, were in this situation had to make an impossible decision like that? Would you die to make the world a better place like Rose or if you were in Xavier's position would you do anything to save her even destroy the world?

I feel really mean now putting my own characters in this situation but you've got to admit it is a pretty impossible decision. To think this all started with Rose being dragged into the Headteacher's office.

Anyway, I hope you liked it and have a good day- I mean night if your reading this when I post it because it's 11:45 but it's Saturday so hey no harm done.

Lavender