MATURE CONTENT - slow burn
'I never knew you were an actual freak, Rosalie.'
'just in bed, I guess.'
{Fifth year - sixth year}
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very slow burn! like the mature shit won't start happing for AWHILE. 😛
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"M-move your hand out of my fucking f-face," A raspy voice seethed from beside Rosalies peacefully sleeping frame, although, she herself was oblivious to it.
Something jabbed at her arm, jolting her body slightly but the girl was adamant on not waking up. The pounding within her head was deadly and she was not prepared to deal with the consequences of her intoxication from the night before.
Rosalie squeezed her eyes shut, the unfaced person scoffed, it sounded almost muffled as though it was through a bedsheet. "For fuck sake, just move over!"
Even though her mind was waking up, her vision remained black and unknowing to her surroundings. The male voice confused her though, she shared a room with three girls, all of their voices squeaky and high pitched - nothing remotely like what she was hearing right now. Yet, her eyes remained tightly shut despite it.
"I swear to god, Dan-"
"Rosalie?!"
Rosalie stirred around at the call of her name humming a sleepy 'hm?' before burying her face deeper into the sheets that were draped across her. They smelled different from her own sheets of lavender, these instead smelled of what only could be described as musky apples, a scent she was happy to ingulf.
The silence that consumed the room made a smile play its way onto her lips, content with the peace that was somehow soothing the ruckus that was slamming around from within her skull.
Sadly, the peace and comfort didn't last much longer.
A harsh shove sent her body flying off her whatever she was laying sending her onto a cold concrete floor, littered with small shards of sharp glass, the fault of her own drunken state the night before.
Rosalie shrieked at the piercing pain of the multiple sharp shards wedge into the bare skin of her arms and legs, just barely missing her face by an inch.
Her eyes were now wide open, her mind completely awake and her already aching head was violently pounding. She looked around her in pained confusion, not recognising her surroundings at all.
"Draco would you stop squealing, I'm trying to sleep!" Danial's sleepy voice cried out from the four poster bed opposite where she was laying, violently bleeding from her limbs.
Rosalie gently sat up, small whimpers escaping her lips as she examined her sliced arms and legs, trying to avoid stabbing herself with anymore evil glass that was left lingering. She looked up, only to find two wide blue eyes staring back at her in shock.
