*Rose's POV*
As soon as we're sure they really left -I checked the window a few times if the car disappears- I pull the wardrobe away again. Daisy is laying on the ground. She's shaking like she has an anxiety attack. Well she does have an anxiety attack right now.
I open the door really wide and go back to help her up. When she's standing, I wrap her blanket around her and help her to walk.. we walk down to the kitchen. I help her to sit down and rush to the kitchen to make her a tea.
Then I go back and sit down next to her. I actually don't want her to talk but I want to know what happened and I think she should get it off her chest. I swipe the hair out of her face.
»What happened?« I realize that I'm totally exhausted, disappointed and scared as well. I hate it that something like this has to happen to us. It makes me mad and sad. I don't know what to do anymore.
We're too young for this shit and we'll die before the age 18 if it keeps going like this... before we can save ourselves.. Nobody and nothing will save us. We're screwed so we need to be there for each other. No matter what happens... when it gets serious we forget what happened and are there for each other.
This is a rule that can't be broken. She sips her tea with her shaking hands and puts it down again. I put my jacket off and put it away. Since I'm in my shorts, I feel it getting colder.. »A-actually.. I don't k-know..« she looks like she's traumatized..
I don't want to imagine what happened that it destroyed her that bad.. »Everything went so fast..« she gets lost.. »She w-was washing the dishes..« she tries to breathe. Her face is still wet from the tears. »She let a glass.. f-fall and freaked o-out..« then she swallows. I can see how bad she's feeling.
I put my hand on her back.. »I did nothing but she freaked out and..-« she makes another pause and breathes through her nose.. »Then she grabbed a knife and started running towards me.. I started screaming and asked her what she was doing..« I pressure my lips..
»She said she wants to kill me and that she doesn't want to live anymore either.. that she'll kill herself after killing me, so nothing would be left.« I close my eyes.. thats really sad and definitely not okay.. I can totally understand her and I can feel my tears coming..
»She wanted to end it.. and she started with me.. she didn't care and went totally crazy..« she talks cold now.. she's not shaking anymore.. she looks like she doesn't feel any emotions... she looks like her soul left her.. »That's not fair..« she whispers like a psychopath..
»She cut me..« I feel the goosebumps over my whole body. »It was like she couldn't even recognize me anymore.. like I wasn't her daughter.. like I was just a stranger in her house.« this needs to stop. I need to help her with her wound and everything else but I don't know how and I don't want to do anything wrong..
»Okay enough.« I stand up and run my hands through my hair.. I try not to cry so I take a deep breath. »Daisy forget it. She loves you.« she shakes her head and I can see her chin shaking.
»She loves you but she's ill. She's sick and she doesn't know what she's doing.« she shakes her head again and starts crying again. »SHE DOESN'T LOVE ME!« she screams.. she shakes off the blanket and stands up as well.
»IF SHE WOULD LOVE ME SHE WOULD TAKE HER MEDICINE AND TRY TO GET BETTER!« she screams with tears all over her face. She's shaking again. I feel bad for bringing her tears back again but I don't know how to help her.
I'm trying the best to make her feel better. I'm telling her the truth but it's not really easy and I can understand her. »SHE WOULD FUCKING CARE!«
I walk towards her and hug her again. She lets herself fall but I hold her up.. she keeps screaming right into my ear..
