I wake up, a mess of tangled limbs against dirty sheets. Rose is nowhere to be found, and I automatically panic.
"Rose!"
My labored breathing becomes heavier and louder. So loud, I can't hear the slight maniacal laughter from behind me.
And then everything is black.
I wake up.
A knife is pressed to my throat.
I don't know where I am or how I got here but I can smell the faint aroma of metal. There's a blindfold around my eyes.
Suddenly, my captor speaks.
"You didn't really think I actually loved you, did you?"
I cant breathe or speak because I know that voice.
Rose.
"I only used you to get to fame, lesbian fame."
"But why?"
She snorts.
"Because, Rosie. You were only a stepping stool to get to my real love..."
I frantically shake my head, because this can't happen. She's a ghost. Or a figment of my imagination!!
"Cammie."
That's the last thing I hear as I feel the knife scrape across my throat.
Goodbye, world.
Goodbye, Flynn.
Goodnight, Rose.
LOL JUST KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!
Happy April first!!! I didn't wanna be that one asshole and post a fake chapter but I actually wanted to post an update about my writing anyway. So, sorry if I gave you a heart attack with the update.
As you may know, this story is discontinued. I wrote it when I was twelve years old. I'm now fifteen! I still love these two dorks but I leapt before I looked and wrote myself into a black hole. But I have something to make my devoted and lovely readers happy- a compromise! I'm actually willing to give up the rights to this fanfic if anyone wants to take over and continue the story for me!! Just comment and write a little reason as to why you want to and I'll direct message someone shortly💓
I don't know if I'll post any more fanfic on here besides possibly Sanvers. (They're from the show Supergirl and they're adorable!!!)
I hope you all have a great Easter/ Passover/ Regular Sunday. You are all always in my heart. Thank you for continuing to support this crazy story. ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Give Me Love {A Rose and Rosie fanfic} //ON HIATUS
FanfictionRose Ellen Dix is living proof that a moment can turn into a matter of life or death in a split second. You have to embrace it the best you can, otherwise things can end different. Sometimes for the best, And sometimes for the worst.
