What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group h...
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Rosalia's POV:
I wake up the next morning feeling unaware that I'd fallen asleep again. This time when I'd eventually closed my eyes I hadn't been faced with any demons from my nightmares though I also hadn't seen any positive bittersweet memories either. Blinking awake clearly, I see I'd fallen asleep with my face leant on my sketchbook, pencil gripped tightly in my hand. Yawning I look around.
"Morning Rose," Ash's voice in the doorway startles me and I jump slightly at his voice. "Still jumpy huh?" He stays in the doorway and I give him a grateful smile. Or at least I try to though I can see it doesn't reach my eyes. "I'd ask if you slept but something tells me I don't want to know the answer to that." I look to the floor with a cheeky half-grin on my face. Probably not no. "Here, for you," He offers me a cup of something I can't identify and I cross the room to take it from him. The strong smell of milky coffee reaches me and I offer another half-smile.
"Thanks," I've drunk it about halfway down before I realise he's still staring at me. "What's up? You look like you wanna ask me something." Ash shifts uneasily and I give him a hard look. "What's up Ash?" I glance at him over the rim of my cup and he has a guilty expression on his face. "What did you do?" He looks even more guilty and it nags at me why. Surely it can't be because I didn't sleep last night? Surely that can't have.....can't be....huh. Why can't I... "Ash.....what did....did.....do....." My words slur together and he gives me a conflicted look. "What did you do?" I eventually manage to push out.
"I'm sorry Rosa, I had to." I sway unsteadily in the door and try to work out what he's done to make me feel so dizzy. The room keeps swirling and I feel like someone's hitting me over the head with a jackhammer. Kind of like when I used to get beaten so hard I'd wake up with a migraine. My head pounds and I take an unsteady step.
"You...you drugged me." I slur accusingly and he looks down, ashamed. "W-w-why?" The room's swirling faster now, the colours blending into one another so I can't see which way's up or down. "What....why...." Grey spots appear at the edge of my vision which now has a tunnel-like quality. "Why....." I mutter as my eyes close.
Ash's POV:
"I'm sorry Rosa," I whisper when her eyes close and she slumps against the wall. Using my reflexes I somehow manage to catch her before she falls. I hated doing that to her but until we know for sure what she is I can't have her being reckless with her own life. Other people need her too much. "It's done," I call as I hear Eris's light step in the hall. "But I'm pretty sure she hates me now," I add bitterly and Eris gives me a lopsided grin.
"I wouldn't be so sure," She replies as I move Rosa over to the bed in the middle of the room. She's been quiet so far but I don't know how long that silence will last. Not if her previous record of screaming night terrors is anything to go by. "Rosa may be angry with you but I don't think that would make her hate you, Ash. Not unless she's had a personality transplant we didn't know about." Eris jokes and I feel a smile tugging at my lips.
