Bad Together

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DEFINITION | The feeling that no matter what you do is always somehow wrong ❤︎

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Rosalie Jenkins

It was hard explaining to my mum why i didn't go to school for 2 whole days but she still didn't ask too many questions.

I just told her I wasn't feeling very well and knowing her, she tried to check my temperature because she was a nurse.

She was worried that I had caught something so she constantly checked up on me to see if I was alright.

My best friend Charlotte had visited me yesterday, worried about me not coming into school. She was right, it wasn't like me to miss any days off school.

But then again I don't even know myself.

I didn't even know I had it in me to kill someone. I didn't know I could do something like that and keep my mouth shut.

What will my mom do when she finds out?

She will disown me, probably tell the cops and I would be arrested for murder.

"Rosalie there is a parcel for you on the steps" I hear my mom shout from downstairs as I finish getting ready for work.

I started my job at the diner a little over a year ago after I decided to get my life back on track. That is a story for another time.

I walk downstairs to see that there was indeed a parcel with my name written on it. I didn't order anything so what the hell could it be?

Pushing my negative thoughts away, I pick the brown box up with my shaky hands and stare down at it.

"Feeling better now?" My mom asks as she comes up behind me and rubs her hand over my back, massaging me.

Shit she scared me.

"I'm not sick mom" I roll my eyes.

How many times have I told her I was fine? Many

"You have a temperature, you are always shaking and just yesterday you were throwing up. I think that counts as sick" She points out, raising her brows at me.

Yes I had a temperature because I went into the bath just before she checked and I'm always shaking because I am scared.

"Don't remind me about the puke" I groan as I make my way upstairs so that I could open the parcel in private.

"Rosalie you can't go to work if you are feeling sick"

But i am not feeling sick..

"Mom I need the money and trust me I feel fine" I sigh knowing she wouldn't back down about me not going to work.

She left me alone after that and I was thankful.

I placed the box on my bed and kneeled down in front of it. With trembling hands, I carefully lifted up the cover of the box and put it down on the floor next to my knees.