Living alone in such a small apartment can really sound lonesome, but frankly I would like to to live alone after living with Rosalie for these many months. The apartment is very small, too small for two people, yet here we are.
Mother put me in this house a couple of years ago, after she decided that she didn't want me to live in her home anymore. I wasn't that far from her and she checked in on me from time to time, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't like living with Rosalie. I couldn't tell my mother that. She would be disappointed in me and I don't want to disappoint her anymore. I've disappointed her enough already throughout my life. In fact to keep myself from telling her, I don't mention Rosalie at all and she never asks. She's always too worried about my health and her life. Like today she makes sure she catches me up on her brunch group's drama. I'm too lazy to let her know that I couldn't care less about it, so I let her ramble on.
"The nerve of that Denise. I told Cathy that we shouldn't invite her anymore, but you know Cathy. She couldn't stand anyone thinking of her badly."
"Hmm," I murmur to let her think I'm still listening.
"I should go, it's almost dinner time." Mother says while grabbing her expensive purse that weighs more than me.
"Yeah, I had some things to do anyways. I'll see you next week." I say to her, not moving from my comfortable position on the couch.
"If I have time, Beth." Mother sighed.
She always put me as a second thought. Always "If I have time" or "I'll have to see what my schedule's like." I have no idea if she's actually busy or if she is just ashamed of her daughter. I mean that's what Rosalie thinks anyways.
My mother left the house and speed of in her shiny red car. I watched from the window. I rarely leave the house. Isolating myself from people like my mother. Sadly, I can't isolate myself from Rosalie.
Everytime my mother leaves, Rosalie, almost as if she knows, shows back up to the house. Rosalie was almost the exact opposite from me but somehow she was also everything I wanted to be. Mentally stable, able to leave the house, has a social life. Her phone never slept, it always was making that ear throbbing dinging sound notifying her that someone texted her. A noise I only hear when she's home.
Rosalie has dark, almost black, shiny hair and glowing blue eyes. Nothing compared to the sandy colored crows nest that resisted on top of my head. My dark muddy eyes never seemed to hold a gaze with hers. She intimated me and I hated it.
"How many men was it this week, Beth?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," I sunk into the couch. With Rosalie, It was never a subtle hello. She jabbed at me the first chance she got.
"Bethy, you can't be that stupid. Ever since your dad died, shes done nothing but fill that hole on the other side of her bed with every man in the city." Rosalie rolled her eyes.
"That's not true," I whispered.
"Whatever you think," three 'dings' went off on her phone. "Your Dad was an easy on to replace anyways, I mean, you had no use for him."
"SHUT UP!" I stand up throwing my book on the floor. I breathed heavily as Rosalie laughed at me. I clenched my eyes shut and took a minute to breath.
Ding... Ding... Ding....Ding....
When I opened my eyes back up she was gone. I looked around at the white room. Nothing was there except the furnishing that came with the apartment. Just a small couch, a couple of chairs, and a bed in the back.
I don't know how much this apartment costs a month and I really appreciate my mother paying for it. She tells me that she doesn't pay for it whenever I thank her but there's no way she doesn't. They even deliver three meals to my room a day and that kind of service has to be expensive.
I picked my book up off the floor and sat back down onto the couch. I sat there for a moment and them screamed as Rosalie appeared again on the chair across from me.
"God damnit, how do you do that?" I said to her, now angry at her presence back into the small room.
"I walked in, Jesus, I knew you dumb but that dumb, Beth? You exceed my expectations everyday," Rosalie rolled her eyes at me.
"Stop saying these things to me!" I snapped at her throwing my book at her in anger. Tears forming in my eyes out of frustration.
"Someone has to tell you the truth Elizabeth. You messed up and now you have to pay for this. That's what happens when you-"
"Stop it! Just stop it!" I screamed at her getting up and knocking the whole table beside me over in the process.
"You have to face it sometime! You're a screw up and you know it! Accept it! Mom doesn't love you anymore because of what you did and you know it! Do her a favor and kill yourself so she doesn't have to see you anymore," Rosalie kept going.
I've had enough, she was right and I couldn't handle it. I snapped. I began breaking everything I could. I was angry. I flipped the couch and knocked the pictures off the wall. Rosalie was laughing at me.
"Do it, Elizabeth! Do it!"
"Leave me alone!" I screamed collapsing to the floor, clawing at my ears trying to block her out.
The door swung open and two men in white stormed in and grabbed my arms. My mother followed them.
"I didn't even have time to leave the building, Elizabeth."
"Mom! It was Rosalie! She did this!" I yelled, tears still streaming down my face. "She's right there Mom! She won't leave me alone!"
One of the men stabbed a needle in my arm while the other restrained me.
"What's happening? What are you doing to me?" I yelled, suddenly feeling heavy.
"Honey, this is just one of your episodes. Everything is okay. You're still in Worington's." Mother got down to my level and held my head up as it began to feel hard to hold up myself.
"Worington's?" I mumbled, "Where's Rosalie?"
"Worington's home for the criminally insane, you've been here for your schizophrenia, remember?"
"Rosalie..."
"You killed your sister, Elizabeth, two years ago. Rosalie isn't here. She never will be."
Everything went dark.
