Chapter 45

|  WARNING  |

Hey Guys, this chapter deals with some serious stuff that might be sensitive to some

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| Rose's P.O.V |

~ 5 months later ~

The last thing I ever expected to happen, was right in front of me in the music room. 

My heart stops for a second before I even react to the scene before me. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" My heart rate speeds up incredibly fast as I urge my immobilised feet to rush forward to her.

"Stop this! Please.." I urge, tears forming in my eyes as I grab hold both her hands tightly. "Don't do this.."

"Why not? It's not like anyone cares anyways..." Her soft, pained voice murmurs. 

"What are you on about? I do! I care." 

She shakes her head no, tears spilling down her smooth delicate cheeks as she eyes the pills all around her. "There's no point in life anymore. My parents want this.... I want this." Her voice trembles.

"What do you mean your parents want this!?" My voice raises in anger.

"They want me d-dead. They always tell me to leave their life for good." She sobs, looking down in her laps as her body shakes violently. 

"What...." I was lost for words. Why would her parents say that? "Who cares what your parents say! They don't have a choice whether your life matters or not." I was fuming right now. How dare they!

"But don't you see..." She starts, her green orbs slowly lifting to meet mine. "I want this too." 

"NO! What the- Why?"

"Because no one loves me okay!"

"I DO!" 

"Not romantically!" 

I choke on my saliva and begin coughing uncontrollably. I definitely did not expect that. "You don't need someone to love you romantically in order to have a reason to live!" I try to reason with her. 

This was all weird. Where was all this suddenly coming from? 

"Please let me go... I-I have to d-do this..." She pulls her hands out of mine and picks up the pills, ready to swallow five at a time in her hand.

"No, stop it!" I slap her hand, knocking the pills out. "You're being irrational right now. You're mind is too consumed by grief, you're not thinking properly."

"Trust me, Rose. I have wanted this for a long time." She grits out, shoving me backwards and crawling back to the pills.

"NO!" I leap onto her, grabbing the pills and throwing them to the other side of the room.

"I swear to God, Angelica, if you try to attempt this one more time..." I feel the muscles in my chin tremble like a small child as I stare at her underneath me. 

Old memories were flashing in my mind and it was like seeing her all over again.

"Don't do this to me. Not again...Please..."

"Then love me. Kiss me. Show me you care." Angel replies but I only kept staring at her in confusion, my haunting memories long forgotten with this unexpected reply. 

"Isn't friendship love enough?" 

"No." She says sterner "If you won't love me, then no one will and I'll kill myself."

"You're making no sense! Why are you like this?" 

This perfect girl who had perfect grades and loved and adored by nearly the whole school is demanding to be loved or else she'll end her life...

How does one respond to that?

Do I kiss her, and lead her on making her think I really do love her just for the sake of keeping her alive?

Which is worse? What do I do? I cant just let her kill herself...

She can still get help and its not like a wounded heart won't ever heal. She just needs to find the right person.

So I lean in and smash my lips onto hers, hoping this small act could save her life. 

"You've been missing for an hour, so I track your phone and this is what I see you doing!?" A deep angry voice roars from behind, cutting me off.

My head snaps towards the door where a fuming Kyle stood, looking ready to kill and a shocked yet amused Malcolm behind.

"Oh shit...What have I done." I mumble to myself as I get off Angel, helping her up as well. 

Kyle storms over to Angel with a look that could kill. "What did you do to her!?" He snaps angrily.

"Kyle, stop! She didn't do anything!" I grab his upper arm, trying to pull him back away from Angelica. 

"Stay out of this, Chi chi."

I huff out, loosing my patience. "Mal, stop him, he needs to understand something!" I plead.

Malcolm looks around the room, noticing the spilled bottle of pills and the now empty water bottle. His eyes widen and looks towards me. I nod, almost like I heard his silent question.

"Kyle, mate, listen."

"No, let go of me Mal. Why did you manipulate her you bitch?" 

"I didn't...She loves me." Angel murmurs softly, looking scared. 

All three turn their heads towards me, watching me. Waiting for me to confirm Angel's words.

Way to put me on the spot.

I gulp and nervously shift in my spot from foot to foot. "She's right." My voice was barely audible but they had all heard.

Mal looks at me suspiciously whilst Angel smiles in relief. Kyle, however, was a different story. 

Mal grabs Angel's hand and drags her out. "I'll make sure Angel gets back to her dorm." He says awkwardly.

"Wait." Angel says and runs towards me to give me a hug and a peck on the cheek. "Goodnight." She smiles.

I smile back, though it must've looked pained. Angel didn't notice either way and skips along to Mal and walks out. 

I look back to Kyle who had his hands in a tight fist and his jaw clenched painfully. His body showed anger, but his eyes held pain.

"Why...Why would you lead me on like this then.." He grits out harshly.

I hesitantly make my way over to him. "I didn't."

"Did you actually ever like me? Is this what you wanted? To make me fall for you hard and then just go around kissing a female!?" He raises his voice, his eyes shooting daggers at me.

"Kyle calm down. She was going to kill herself and I didn't want a repeat of that. It was either that or l-let her end her life." I sniff. 

Taking notice of the spilt pills, he calms down as he figures out the situation. 

"But then...You're now leading her on." He states, crossing his arms, his muscles bulging nearly making me drool. 

"A broken heart is mend-able. A dead heart is not." I reason. 

He sighs, shaking his head. "To some, a broken heart is a dead heart." He whispers. 

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'Can Rose Andrews please come to the principals office, Rose Andrews to the principals office.'

I was just about to take a bite into my pizza when an announcement on the speaker caught my attention. I groan in irritation. 

"Oooh, what did Rosie Posie do this time. Such a naughty girl." Mal teases.

"Shut up, you donkey!"

"Don't be rude now. I have a sensitive heart." Mal tuts, frowning. 

"Sensitive my ass." I mutter, getting up from my seat.

I make my way over to my dads office and knock. I walk in without him answering back because I am a boss like that, however, I slam the door back close, wishing I never saw what I just witnessed. 

I have never regretted behaving like a boss in my entire life of existence. 

"My eyes...They're scarred..." I whisper, clutching my chest and breathing in heavily. 

I need to bleach my eyes! 

Someone clears  their throat. "Rose, uh, darling, how are you?"

"Seriously dad, couldn't you find a better time!?" I screech angrily as Mum walks out giggling immaturely at my reaction and pecks dads lips before whispering something in his ear and walking away to her own office.

"Sorry, now to the important thing." He clears his throat. "I have looked over the surveillance cameras and you'll be glad to hear that I found who trashed you and Laura's dorm." 

"Well its about damn time, its been over five months." I cross my arms.

"Watch your mouth. I've been busy, darling. But, the two girls are going to be suspended for violating school property and others property."

"Who were the girls?" 

"Sophie and Rebecca. I am assuming they used to be Angelica's friends and did this when she started hanging out with you guys." 

"Oh, makes sense." I shrug. 

"Yes."

"Was there anything else?" I ask.

"No, you're free to go." He laughs lightly.

"My eyes are still scarred, by the way." 

"That's your own fault. I'm sure your parents have taught you to knock and wait for a reply before entering." He gives me a pointed look. 

"Okay, whatever. Bye dad!" 

Later that day, Angel and I were in the library, studying for the upcoming end of year exams. After two hours of solid studying, I get up from the chair to stretch my aching muscles. 

"Man, this is so tiring and stressful!" I groan, tilting my neck side to side.

"I know. All this stress is giving me early white hairs." Angel says, getting up to stretch too. 

I sit back down and rub my eyes tiredly and letting out a long yawn. "I really need to rest my brain." 

"Hey, Rose?" 

"Mmm?" 

"Yesterday you said something about 'not doing it again'. But that was my first attempt so it was obvious you weren't referring to me." She starts, watching me closely for a reaction before continuing. "Who were you talking about then?" 

I sit up as the feeling of sadness and grief washes over me. "My dead twin sister." I whisper sadly.

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