[Rose wasn't sure how to react at first when she started hearing the whispers. The whispers that were obviously in her voice. She ignored it of course. They told her things she already knew and at first, it was a nuisance more than anything.
But it progressed, she realized. It became more insistent as the day progressed and it didn't take long before she was literally followed by some dark, shadowy figure that she recognized to be herself. Despite it all, Rose forced herself to continue through her day without acknowledging it.]
Oh, look at you, trying to be the perfect student. A little miss know-it-all because she'll never be decent at anything else. You're a lousy friend after all. You only care for yourself and your image. You don't actually trust any of your friends! Not even your family.
[Rose flipped a page and concentrated on her book. It'll go away. It can't keep at this now can it.]
Not that it matters. Who could love a cynical and spiteful child like you? Only fourteen and you think you understand the world. Only fourteen and you can barely call any of your relationships close. Oh? Remember how your mother is clearly the loved, socialite she should be? How did she give birth to an antisocial brat like you? No wonder Bro never wanted to touch you with a ten foot pole. He only did it for Dave. Dave is the loved child, after all. Even Roxy is a much better person than you. She's got more problems than you but you don't see her being some hot mess like you.
Tais-toi juste!!! [Rose knocked over her chair as she suddenly got to her feet. She froze and looked around before picking up her books and bag and heading out of the library as quick as possible.] Une fiction de mon imagination... [She muttered to herself.]
What's wrong? I thought you always tackled your problems head on. Pretending that I'm not here? Isn't that cowardly?
[If anyone were to speak to Rose. She might seem tired and even rather snippy as she speaks. Irate and no way to channel it. Not that she is trying too. She's trying to bottle it up and proceed with her day as usual.]
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But it progressed, she realized. It became more insistent as the day progressed and it didn't take long before she was literally followed by some dark, shadowy figure that she recognized to be herself. Despite it all, Rose forced herself to continue through her day without acknowledging it.]
Oh, look at you, trying to be the perfect student. A little miss know-it-all because she'll never be decent at anything else. You're a lousy friend after all. You only care for yourself and your image. You don't actually trust any of your friends! Not even your family.
[Rose flipped a page and concentrated on her book. It'll go away. It can't keep at this now can it.]
Not that it matters. Who could love a cynical and spiteful child like you? Only fourteen and you think you understand the world. Only fourteen and you can barely call any of your relationships close. Oh? Remember how your mother is clearly the loved, socialite she should be? How did she give birth to an antisocial brat like you? No wonder Bro never wanted to touch you with a ten foot pole. He only did it for Dave. Dave is the loved child, after all. Even Roxy is a much better person than you. She's got more problems than you but you don't see her being some hot mess like you.
Tais-toi juste!!! [Rose knocked over her chair as she suddenly got to her feet. She froze and looked around before picking up her books and bag and heading out of the library as quick as possible.] Une fiction de mon imagination... [She muttered to herself.]
What's wrong? I thought you always tackled your problems head on. Pretending that I'm not here? Isn't that cowardly?
C'est une longue journée.
[If anyone were to speak to Rose. She might seem tired and even rather snippy as she speaks. Irate and no way to channel it. Not that she is trying too. She's trying to bottle it up and proceed with her day as usual.]