Rose and Her Story (A Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction)

Rose's Background

Death. Death is a five letter word but it's very powerful. More powerful than life if you ask me. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Rosalinda Maria Hawthorn. My father picked the name, he was drunk when he did. You can call me Rose though, Rosalinda just doesn't fit right with me. It’s too fancy. When I tell people that's my name they treat me like I'm royalty or something. I hate it. So my name Rose Hawthorn. I'm fifteen years old and I have short blond hair. That's all there really is to know about me. In my life there have only been two things I ever wanted. Number one a sober mom. Number two death. Why death you ask? Simple, pain. The pain I feel everyday of my life hurts me more, and more, and more. Until all I want is my own demise. I beg for death because I'm to scared to take my own life. I contemplate it but I never actually do it. I cut my wrists ever so often and once in a blue moon I'll cut around my stomach. Why I feel like this, I can't say really. Ever since I was eleven I've felt like this. I'm bullied all the time and I have no friends except for some online ones. So is my life even meaningful, the biggest accomplishment I've ever had was knitting an entire blanket or getting a trophy for my violin playing. But honestly how much of an achievement is that? It doesn't help that my mom barely pays any attention to me. I could wander the halls of our secluded mansion for hours and she wouldn't even notice. A large problem for me was always how I always was told I wasn't special and I was unimportant and that I'd never amount to anything. It hadn't bothered me much when I was younger but now those words forever loom in my head. Echoing throughout it. Like a broken record. A never ending torture that will haunt me until the end of my days. How could I even feel remotely important if I was always told that I wouldn't be anything special. You probably don't even understand though. I have no special talents at all. I'm a complete failure at everything I do, my poetry, my violin, my knitting. My grades are good but I barely manage to keep them at A's and B's the only reason I even try to get good grades is so that I can eventually get a job and go to college even though that won't ever happen. I'm completely insignificant! Not to mention that I'm just a bad omen to my family! Shortly after I was born my father left us. After that all my mom ever did was drink.I'm not even sure if I should have been born most of the time. My mom was going to have another child before me but it died in the womb and she got pregnant with me on accident. My aunt told me all this, I wish she hadn't though. Sometimes I feel like my Aunts and uncles hate me. They favor my other cousins over me. They favor Jasper more than anyone though. She is the worst. She constantly puts me down and I can't stand up to her or else I'll get in trouble. She thinks she's better than everyone else, thinks she has the right to point out all my flaws. Calls me unimportant, worthless, waste of space. Although she's right, I'm not very important or special. Just useless. Although perhaps I'm not completely useless, maybe there's something I'll be good for. Maybe.