Post by rosie on Apr 2, 2013 17:37:57 GMT -5
Rosie wasn't really sure about a lot of things. She'd always been confident and had a clear vision of life ahead. Ever since she had joined the pack she knew that that would be her life. She would do what she was told, fight for her brothers and sisters and be the werewolf she was made against her will. It had been fine in her mind, for her to do that for the rest of her life. She belonged somewhere, she would sty there and do what she was told.
Then everything had been uprooted. Spencer had found out what she was and she had seen the disgust and hate in his eyes. She didn't know what to do knowing the one person she cared about above all others though of her as a monster. She was a monster. He had known what she had become, he knew she was a werewolf but he had realised she was a death eater also. She felt her thoughts on everything shatter after that.
Then not only had Spencer found out, he had been turned. She still couldn't believe it. Why had he been in the forest on the night of the full moon? She had to wonder what would have happened if she hadn't taken wolfsbane that night. She had taken him home but left him. She had known he would probably blame and hate her and she couldn't take it. She knew that she should go back and check and she would eventually. Make sure he was coping, surviving.
Then through-out all of this she had found something she never expected, Layne. The male had shattered and repaired her entire world and she had done the one thing she promised she would never do. She had fallen in love. She hated herself for it but she was addicted to the male. Now she wasn't sure where they stood exactly after a certain incident. She had also paid a slyhterin off to tell her information about him. It was low and she knew she shouldn't have but she couldn't help it. He was the one thing on this planet that made her insecure. Other than Spencer. She had found out all about a chick he'd never mentioned. Lucien. Thinking about the woman brought anger forward in her mind.
He had loved her. She thought that merited him to tell her about the tramp. Not only had he loved her, he also spent nights cuddling with her. She knew she shouldn't jump to conclusions, she hadn't been told they were kissing or sleeping together but she couldn't picture him just cuddling someone. Maybe that was because she was jealous but she felt so overwhelmed by finding out all the information that she hadn't gone to the school for a while. She didn't know what to do.
So she had gone for a walk, a very, very long walk. She had left the pack during the middle of the way with the intent of going to either Layne or Spencer and here she was, in the black night walking neighborhoods she didn't know with her eyes shining with tears. She never cried yet here she was, about to break down from it all. There was a war coming and she was obsessing over two boys. Her brother and her lover. She let out an angry growl and lunched the brick wall next to her, angry at her weakness before letting out a yelp of pain and cradling her now bloody knuckles.
"Fuck!" She hissed out before the door leading to the apartment building next to her opened and she turned to meet eyes with the male stepping out.
Then everything had been uprooted. Spencer had found out what she was and she had seen the disgust and hate in his eyes. She didn't know what to do knowing the one person she cared about above all others though of her as a monster. She was a monster. He had known what she had become, he knew she was a werewolf but he had realised she was a death eater also. She felt her thoughts on everything shatter after that.
Then not only had Spencer found out, he had been turned. She still couldn't believe it. Why had he been in the forest on the night of the full moon? She had to wonder what would have happened if she hadn't taken wolfsbane that night. She had taken him home but left him. She had known he would probably blame and hate her and she couldn't take it. She knew that she should go back and check and she would eventually. Make sure he was coping, surviving.
Then through-out all of this she had found something she never expected, Layne. The male had shattered and repaired her entire world and she had done the one thing she promised she would never do. She had fallen in love. She hated herself for it but she was addicted to the male. Now she wasn't sure where they stood exactly after a certain incident. She had also paid a slyhterin off to tell her information about him. It was low and she knew she shouldn't have but she couldn't help it. He was the one thing on this planet that made her insecure. Other than Spencer. She had found out all about a chick he'd never mentioned. Lucien. Thinking about the woman brought anger forward in her mind.
He had loved her. She thought that merited him to tell her about the tramp. Not only had he loved her, he also spent nights cuddling with her. She knew she shouldn't jump to conclusions, she hadn't been told they were kissing or sleeping together but she couldn't picture him just cuddling someone. Maybe that was because she was jealous but she felt so overwhelmed by finding out all the information that she hadn't gone to the school for a while. She didn't know what to do.
So she had gone for a walk, a very, very long walk. She had left the pack during the middle of the way with the intent of going to either Layne or Spencer and here she was, in the black night walking neighborhoods she didn't know with her eyes shining with tears. She never cried yet here she was, about to break down from it all. There was a war coming and she was obsessing over two boys. Her brother and her lover. She let out an angry growl and lunched the brick wall next to her, angry at her weakness before letting out a yelp of pain and cradling her now bloody knuckles.
"Fuck!" She hissed out before the door leading to the apartment building next to her opened and she turned to meet eyes with the male stepping out.