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rosie stood a yard away from the survivor. he had been one of the other residents she had grown up with, but she couldn't say she knew him very well. he was friends with some of the others' and she had talked to him once or twice, but he always looked at her type of way each time they interacted. she couldn't quite pin the word on how he looked at her, but she knew it made her uncomfortable.
he had been one of the first ones to strongly take a stance against their idea when they shared it with everyone else in their small circle. this obviously didn't fly with them, but they decided to leave him alone when they initially began to take control over the town. as they went on a killing spree, they cornered him up into his house to ' see what he was missing out on ' or however jasper put it. that, of course, meant they wanted to toy with him and let him sit up in his room in terror as his death awaited him. eventually, that time did come and they had scared him out of his house and began the hunt. after they all had their turn with messing with him and occasionally cornering him and covering his body in shallow cuts with their knives. once he was ' weak enough ', jasper roughly passed rosie the knife he was holding covered in their old friends blood and told her to finish the job.
rosie ran after him, ducking through the branches and jumping over rocks, trying desperately to not fuck up for once. from the start she knew that everyone else had very little faith in her about all of this, some even voicing their opinions on more than one occasion. well - it was mainly raven who did that, but everyone was use to that from her by now. just as she was beginning to lose hope that she would catch him, by dumb luck he caught his foot on a root and stumbled forward into the ground. he coughed while shifting his body to partially sit up and lean on back his elbows to try and push his away from her. as his back hit the rock behind him and he realized he had nowhere to go, rosie's chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath from the chase, knuckles white as she clutched onto the knife down at her side. as she looked towards him and finally saw the expression that covered his face, it was the same as every other interaction.
"stop looking at me like that."
her voice was defeated, muttering it through her lips as she lowered her head. rosie felt herself starting to grow frozen at the way he had gazed up towards her, and she felt stupid over the whole idea of that. she stood over him, watching as her held his side in pain from his wounds. and yet, his eyes were glassy and there was a disheartened smile on his face that made her feel small. rosie tried to straighten herself up to reflect any form of control and capability she had in the situation, taking a deep breath while finally making eye contact with him. she was dragged through the whole town massacre - why the fuck was this so difficult for her to do? could she do anything right?
"like... what?" he managed carefully, unsure of the situation happening.
"with pity in your eyes!" she snapped harshly out of frustration, finally realizing what he had been feeling for her. she took a step forward and held out the hand she had the knife in. all of those times when they had been in the same conversation, the only thing she saw in his eyes was pity for her and her situation. a range of emotions took over her, settling on anger when she couldn't feel anything else. "i'm just some tragedy to you - aren't i?" this time when she stepped forward, it was without hesitation and with a new purpose. "'oh poor rosie - poor, naïve rosie-" their was a bite to her voice now, hot tears starting to pool up into her eyes. "how did she get involved with that crowd?' i'm not stupid!"
it wasn't hard to miss how out of place rosie seemed in the group, but in the end it seemed to make sense. she was a quiet girl that was always quick to go along with other people's wishes. she was always easy to persuade, she would almost always do things without second thought if that meant it would keep everything secure and peaceful. she would agree to take part in taking control of the town and killing anyone who opposed if it meant it kept her friends happy. in other words, she was pretty much a doormat.
wait - no.
she made the decision to take part in it. it was her choice to make, she could have said no at any time. she wanted to be involved.
did she really?
rosie's heart began to pound the more she overthought, beginning to feel dizzy to the point where she ripped the mask off of her face and threw it to the ground with a grunt of frustration. the tears slipped down her cheek as kept her head down, struggling to keep her emotions from taking over. when her eyes slowly began to travel up towards her old friend and her vision finally settled back onto him, she saw the same look of pity on his face as any other time and something nasty blew up within her.
"i said stop!" with a quick stride, she was soon on top of him, now holding the knife with both hands over him. for a split second, rosie made eye contact with him. when she finally saw a different expression in his eyes, this time being afraid of what was going to happen, she quickly shut her eyes in a pure panic. she turned her head to the side before driving the knife into his chest. already being weak from the long fight he endured with the others, this was enough for him to start slowly settling his struggle until he was completely still.
"i said stop..." she repeated quietly, a numbness spreading from her hands to the rest of her body as she got off of him and onto the ground, without looking at him, she turned her back away and brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. she just killed someone.
what did she just do?
she made that choice - she chose to be included in all of this.
at least that's what she convinced herself.
rosie stood a yard away from the survivor. he had been one of the other residents she had grown up with, but she couldn't say she knew him very well. he was friends with some of the others' and she had talked to him once or twice, but he always looked at her type of way each time they interacted. she couldn't quite pin the word on how he looked at her, but she knew it made her uncomfortable.
he had been one of the first ones to strongly take a stance against their idea when they shared it with everyone else in their small circle. this obviously didn't fly with them, but they decided to leave him alone when they initially began to take control over the town. as they went on a killing spree, they cornered him up into his house to ' see what he was missing out on ' or however jasper put it. that, of course, meant they wanted to toy with him and let him sit up in his room in terror as his death awaited him. eventually, that time did come and they had scared him out of his house and began the hunt. after they all had their turn with messing with him and occasionally cornering him and covering his body in shallow cuts with their knives. once he was ' weak enough ', jasper roughly passed rosie the knife he was holding covered in their old friends blood and told her to finish the job.
rosie ran after him, ducking through the branches and jumping over rocks, trying desperately to not fuck up for once. from the start she knew that everyone else had very little faith in her about all of this, some even voicing their opinions on more than one occasion. well - it was mainly raven who did that, but everyone was use to that from her by now. just as she was beginning to lose hope that she would catch him, by dumb luck he caught his foot on a root and stumbled forward into the ground. he coughed while shifting his body to partially sit up and lean on back his elbows to try and push his away from her. as his back hit the rock behind him and he realized he had nowhere to go, rosie's chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath from the chase, knuckles white as she clutched onto the knife down at her side. as she looked towards him and finally saw the expression that covered his face, it was the same as every other interaction.
"stop looking at me like that."
her voice was defeated, muttering it through her lips as she lowered her head. rosie felt herself starting to grow frozen at the way he had gazed up towards her, and she felt stupid over the whole idea of that. she stood over him, watching as her held his side in pain from his wounds. and yet, his eyes were glassy and there was a disheartened smile on his face that made her feel small. rosie tried to straighten herself up to reflect any form of control and capability she had in the situation, taking a deep breath while finally making eye contact with him. she was dragged through the whole town massacre - why the fuck was this so difficult for her to do? could she do anything right?
"like... what?" he managed carefully, unsure of the situation happening.
"with pity in your eyes!" she snapped harshly out of frustration, finally realizing what he had been feeling for her. she took a step forward and held out the hand she had the knife in. all of those times when they had been in the same conversation, the only thing she saw in his eyes was pity for her and her situation. a range of emotions took over her, settling on anger when she couldn't feel anything else. "i'm just some tragedy to you - aren't i?" this time when she stepped forward, it was without hesitation and with a new purpose. "'oh poor rosie - poor, naïve rosie-" their was a bite to her voice now, hot tears starting to pool up into her eyes. "how did she get involved with that crowd?' i'm not stupid!"
it wasn't hard to miss how out of place rosie seemed in the group, but in the end it seemed to make sense. she was a quiet girl that was always quick to go along with other people's wishes. she was always easy to persuade, she would almost always do things without second thought if that meant it would keep everything secure and peaceful. she would agree to take part in taking control of the town and killing anyone who opposed if it meant it kept her friends happy. in other words, she was pretty much a doormat.
wait - no.
she made the decision to take part in it. it was her choice to make, she could have said no at any time. she wanted to be involved.
did she really?
rosie's heart began to pound the more she overthought, beginning to feel dizzy to the point where she ripped the mask off of her face and threw it to the ground with a grunt of frustration. the tears slipped down her cheek as kept her head down, struggling to keep her emotions from taking over. when her eyes slowly began to travel up towards her old friend and her vision finally settled back onto him, she saw the same look of pity on his face as any other time and something nasty blew up within her.
"i said stop!" with a quick stride, she was soon on top of him, now holding the knife with both hands over him. for a split second, rosie made eye contact with him. when she finally saw a different expression in his eyes, this time being afraid of what was going to happen, she quickly shut her eyes in a pure panic. she turned her head to the side before driving the knife into his chest. already being weak from the long fight he endured with the others, this was enough for him to start slowly settling his struggle until he was completely still.
"i said stop..." she repeated quietly, a numbness spreading from her hands to the rest of her body as she got off of him and onto the ground, without looking at him, she turned her back away and brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. she just killed someone.
what did she just do?
she made that choice - she chose to be included in all of this.
at least that's what she convinced herself.
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: center; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]and when i find that a knife's sticking out of my side
i’ll pull it out without questioning why. — info
i’ll pull it out without questioning why. — info