Thin •Lip Gallagher•

01

Rose walked down the street on the chilly fall day, on her way home from school.
She hadn't caught the bus, which wasn't a big deal.
The only problem was it was chilly and she had forgotten a jacket.
Rose sighed as she walked crunching the leave beneath her feet.
Chewing on her lip she turned onto her street and started to walk up hill.
Her breathing was heavy and fast.
She began to feel dizzy and her vision blurred.
Her foot caught on a crack and she fell forward onto the concrete.
She felt her pants legs rip and get scraped.
Her hands and knees burned with pain and she struggled to stand.
"You need help getting up? "
She looked up and saw a little girl with light brown hair and pink cheeks from the cold.
"N-no, I'm okay. "
"Are you sure you look-"
"No really I'm fine."
She nods at me and goes back into her porch to play.
Rose kneeled on the ground and began picking up her fallen items.
Her vision filling with dots.
Standing up she began to walk, and just barely made it home.
When she did she was greeted by her dog, a white pitbull named Elsy.
Rose pulled herself up the stairs and to her room.
Opening the door she let herself fall on the bed and curl into a ball.
She leaned over and pulled the large comforter on top of her.
She felt warm, laying down felt like heaven to her at the moment.
But her slice of heaven was ruined by the yelling of her mother.
She was arguing with her dad.
Even though it happened often, the noise bothered Her a lot.

She would sometimes get brought into it. She pulled out her phone she had stolen out of a girls gym locker and put in Earbuds.
Listening to loud, blaring music to drown out their voices. She closed her eyes and laid on her side.
Another day goes by so fast she's already tired but, she can't sleep.
She rolls over once more and plays with loose strings on her comforter.
Her music was loud in her silent bedroom.
Rose grabbed a pair of black sweatpants, a white tank top and underwear.
She pulled her towel off the closet door knob and walked to the bathroom.
Rose yelled down the stairs to see if anyone was home, as it was silent when she took her earbuds out.
She sighed and walked into the small bathroom.
She pulled her hair up in a ponytail and stripped out of her clothes, she looked in the mirror.
Her right hand grazed over her rib cage.
She ran her fingers across her hipbones, feeling the hard bone stretching her skin.
Rose pulled out a scale from beneath the sink and set it on the floor.
Stepping into it she waited until it gave her a number.
"Ninety-eight point five" she whispered putting the scale back.
Her stomach grumbles from hunger.
Rose ignores it and adjusts the water setting in her tub.
Steam comes from the water as she steps into the shower.
Water and soap runs down her body as she washes herself.
Once she's completely done with her shower and is dress she picks up her dirty clothes and towel and throws them in the laundry basket.
She sets an alarm and lays in bed letting her sleep overcome her.

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