I wake up by the sound of my alarm, my alarm being my sister attempting to come in quietly but failing miserably. I debate whether I should stay in my warm bed and go back to sleep or just get up already. I usually stay and keep sleeping, and I was going to that, considering it was five in the morning, but then I hear a loud crash. I groaned as I got up and went downstairs to see what she had broken this time.
"Alex, it's five in the morning."
"Oh, well, um, just, just go back to sleep. I'll, um, handle this.", she slurred some her words.
I rubbed my face, tired. Not only for being woken so early, but of my sister's drunken state.
Alex stupidly starts grabbing the shattered parts of what used to be a vase.
I quickly go and make her drop them. But before I can check her injuries she pulls her hands away."I'm FINE."
"Alex, you're clearly bleeding, let me see."
"No!"
"Stop being a baby and let me see. It might get infected."
I tried to grab her hand again but to no avail.
"I'll be fine. I've had way worse."
"Alex, you need-"
"I need some whiskey. Now if you excuse me."
She grabs an almost empty bottle that she had left were the vase used to be. But then she dropped it as well.
"Uh oh. I need, I need another bottle."
"No. You're gonna go the couch and stay there."
"Fine, but you're still not helping my wound."
She layed on the couch with a huff and immediately fell asleep.
I looked between Alex and the shattered glass. Then I get ready for the day, you know do the normal stuff other people do in the morning, brush your teeth, take a shower, get dressed, brush your hair, take care of your sister's wounds, clean the shattered glass of the floor, and make breakfast. You know, normal everyday things.
And this just Monday.
If it's not Alex with her alcohol then it is Queenie with her drugs. I might not have a job anymore, but taking care of these two is enough for me.
After I finish making breakfast, I go and clean the house. It was pretty big so it took me awhile."Hey, I have to go. Don't know when I'll be back.", Alex told her as she cleaned the living room, then hurried away.
"Tell Mooney I said hi!"
"Ha. Ha.", she said sarcastically.
"And play nice!"
"Yes, mom."
After cleaning, I headed outside to the garden, it was around one in the afternoon at this point. When I first came here it was overrun by weeds, but I had managed to fix it up. Taking care of the garden was the one of the few things that calmed me.
"Rose! Did you get into my stash!", Queenie yelled as she stormed outside.
"No. Why would I steal your drugs?"
"Well where is Alex?"
"Out with her monster buddies."
"I bet she's the one who's been stealing from me."
"Well, you can ask her when she comes back."
"And when will she be back?
"You know I have know idea."
I went back concentrating on my garden. But when I saw her still there I stopped with a sigh.
"Is there something else I can help with?"
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Teen Idle❔Edward Nygma❔
CasualeThings are changing for Rosabelle Darling, and they will never be the same again. Sequel to Sweet Serial Killer (I'm not good at descriptions sorry)