Her lips quirked into an upright position. It was a subtle gesture on her part, after all no one would see. Cars raced below, the wind was cold and wispy like short rugged breaths.
"Rose?"
The small figure of Rose Lalonde shifted her eyes to a boy of striking resemblance.
Rose gave no response, simply adjust her scarf. It was cold out, about 40 degrees if she remembered correctly, and her brother Dave had come to meet his sister on top of her apartment building.
"So what's this about?" Dave bit his lip, he was freezing.
"You should know." Rose replied.
"I should?"
"Yes."
"Well I don't know. So you'll have to explain." Dave knew his sister had some issues. He was well aware of her schizophrenia and he had decided to humor her and go up to the roof, knowing she had no reason for him, or her for that matter, to be there.
"They told me to get rid of you." She fumbled with the clasp on a shoulder bag.
There were voices in Rose's head. They told her to break things, they told her to not take her medicine, they told her to hurt herself. The voices had slowly broken her down, and made her someone from a nightmare. Her arms slashed with white lines and stitches, her apartment a disaster of broken wizard states and plates. She sought help from her brother, who moved to New York from Texas to help her.
"Your friends?"
"Yes." She replied. "They don't like you at all."
"Rose, I want you to come with me. We're going to get your medicine and you're going to take a nap. Okay?" Knowing she would forget what her "friends" told her if she took a long nap.
"No."
Or she could be difficult.
"Yes, Rose."
"No."
He stepped towards her small frame, if it came to it he could carry her back. "Rose, you're being ridiculous."
"Don't come closer to me." She spat.
He ignored her.
"Stop."
He pressed onward.
"Dave I said stop." Her hands shook. She pulled something out of the bag.
Nothing moved. Dave's heart felt like it had stopped. "Where did you get a gun?"
She raised the barrel of the weapon, clenching it in her hands until her knuckles turned white. Knees shaking, eyes blank, she placed her index finger on the trigger.
"Woah, Rose. Rose listen to me." Dave stumbled backwards, he put up his right hand defensively, "You don't have to listen to your friends. You don't have to do what they say."
Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes. "I do." She pulled back.
Everything moved in slow motion. Her brother fell back, his head smashing on the concrete roof. The bullet lodged perfectly above his left eye. Heels tapped as she walked over to his still frame.
Sunglasses were removed, his red eyes frozen open in fear. She ran her fingers through the bloody blonde mess, planting a light kiss on top of his head. "I forgot" She murmured, resting her head on his chest, and wrapping her arm over his protectively. The barrel of the gun raised to her head.
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Her lips quirked into an upright position. It was a subtle gesture on her part, after all no one would see. Cars raced below, the wind was cold and wispy like short rugged breaths.
"Rose?"
The small figure of Rose Lalonde shifted her eyes to a boy of striking resemblance.
Rose gave no response, simply adjust her scarf. It was cold out, about 40 degrees if she remembered correctly, and her brother Dave had come to meet his sister on top of her apartment building.
"So what's this about?" Dave bit his lip, he was freezing.
"You should know." Rose replied.
"I should?"
"Yes."
"Well I don't know. So you'll have to explain." Dave knew his sister had some issues. He was well aware of her schizophrenia and he had decided to humor her and go up to the roof, knowing she had no reason for him, or her for that matter, to be there.
"They told me to get rid of you." She fumbled with the clasp on a shoulder bag.
There were voices in Rose's head. They told her to break things, they told her to not take her medicine, they told her to hurt herself. The voices had slowly broken her down, and made her someone from a nightmare. Her arms slashed with white lines and stitches, her apartment a disaster of broken wizard states and plates. She sought help from her brother, who moved to New York from Texas to help her.
"Your friends?"
"Yes." She replied. "They don't like you at all."
"Rose, I want you to come with me. We're going to get your medicine and you're going to take a nap. Okay?" Knowing she would forget what her "friends" told her if she took a long nap.
"No."
Or she could be difficult.
"Yes, Rose."
"No."
He stepped towards her small frame, if it came to it he could carry her back. "Rose, you're being ridiculous."
"Don't come closer to me." She spat.
He ignored her.
"Stop."
He pressed onward.
"Dave I said stop." Her hands shook. She pulled something out of the bag.
Nothing moved. Dave's heart felt like it had stopped. "Where did you get a gun?"
She raised the barrel of the weapon, clenching it in her hands until her knuckles turned white. Knees shaking, eyes blank, she placed her index finger on the trigger.
"Woah, Rose. Rose listen to me." Dave stumbled backwards, he put up his right hand defensively, "You don't have to listen to your friends. You don't have to do what they say."
Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes. "I do." She pulled back.
Everything moved in slow motion. Her brother fell back, his head smashing on the concrete roof. The bullet lodged perfectly above his left eye. Heels tapped as she walked over to his still frame.
Sunglasses were removed, his red eyes frozen open in fear. She ran her fingers through the bloody blonde mess, planting a light kiss on top of his head. "I forgot" She murmured, resting her head on his chest, and wrapping her arm over his protectively. The barrel of the gun raised to her head.
"They want me gone, too."
Bang