Dualistic

Pens - Chapter Two

Dear Diary,

Steven actually talked to me today. I know, it was just to ask if I'd seen Scarlett, but he still spoke right to me. Leaned against my locker and everything. I could hardly choke out the words 'over there' before he spotted her. I feel like a total idiot, but at least he acknowledges the fact that I exist in this world! I don't know,something inside of me tells me that he'd be happier without Scarlett. She's holding him back, tying him down, he needs to be set free. Well, I'm tired. Goodnight/

~Rose.

She set down her leather-covered diary and stood up, lifting her matress and gently placing the book underneath before settling in bed, curling up under the covers. It was storming outside, and the heat in the house wasn't working, so the night was cold. Not unbearable so, but cool enough that the tips of her toes and fingers and nose were chilled, causing discomfort. 

She stared up at a stain in the ceiling from the leaking roof that was repaired from the outside long ago, finally finding peace in sleep. She drifted leisurely through the various sleep stages, awakening around three a.m. to a disturbance just outside her room. She stood up and peeked out the door, reaching up onto the thick doorframe and grasping the handle of a small pocketknife. She crept silently down the hall, hearing what sounded like laughter, a girl's laughter. Scarlett's noisy giggling. And then a deep, growl of a voice. Steven. She stomped into the living room wearing only a  T-shirt and a pair of fuzzy pajama pants to find the two in a lip-lock on the couch. "How about you two get a room?" She muttered.

 

Scarlett broke the kiss and stared at her sister in bewilderment, her glance locked on the blade in her hand. "W-what are you doing with that?" She asked nervously, completely aware of Rose's excellence in knife-throwing as well as archery. She has impeccable aim and could most likely kill both Scarlett and Steven right there in one swift move.

 

"Oh relax, I thougt you were intruders. Steven get out, Scarlett go to bed." Rose ordered, trudging back to her room. She set the knife back where she retreived it from and flopped lazily back down into her bed, hearing the sound of Scarlett's slightly lighter body climb into bed, taking a full seven and a half minutes to get comfortable. Rose sighed and finally welcomed the sleep nagging at her brain, praying that this time there would be no more disturbance.

 

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