Your name is Rose Lalonde, and you never felt so urgent in your life.
You were never really the one to talk in the middle of class. In fact, you were never really the one to talk at all. You always had your nose stuck in books, or face in the computer. Who needed the outside? Not you.
Your friends often worried about you. Especially now. Your brother was scared that your life had changed. Your brother was scared that you hated everyone. That was wrong! You're simply just not in the mood to talk to others.
At least, that's what you tell yourself.
Deep down, you feel empty. You often need something to grab, or something to yell into. You never enjoyed these moments. These moments, no one knew about. You couldn't dare to tell anyone. Not even Dave.
This was a problem. This had to stop.
You closed your book and placed it on the table. You wrap yourself in your blankets after you shut off the light. You bury your head into your pillow.
"Rose?" It was Dave. He slowly opened the door. "Rose, can I talk to you?"
He walks over to you and sit's down. He had no glasses on, revealing his pale skin, freckles, and bright red eyes. You look over at him. "Yes?" You ask.
"Don't give me that 'yes' shit. I don't know what the hell is up with you. Jade was crying to me over the phone, telling me how much she's worrying about you."
"Shame."
"Rose!" He shouted. You lift your head from your pillow and look at him. He really needs to shut it. Does he not know that you're trying to sleep? Maybe you'll go to school. Lately you've been thinking about not going.
Dave looked down. He was only in his boxers- which wasn't a problem. You sometimes walk around in your undergarments, and he does the same.
"Rose, I'm worried. Please, just… You've been more and more quiet lately. You know, a teacher asked me about you? 'What's wrong with your sister?' I've heard people talk about you in the fucking halls man. 'What's with that goth girl?'"
"So?"
"What do you mean s-"
"Dave." You say quietly. "I can agree with the others that I tend to look goth. I can't change that. This is how I wish to look, and this is the way I wish to act. Things like people worrying shouldn't hold me back on what I'm doing. I'm going to be doing something big soon, just not at the moment. Now Dave, tell Jade not to panic. Tell her I'm doing just fine."
"'Something big soon'? Rose, what are you talking about? Have you gone crazy!?"
"Most likely not. Now, may you please pick up your belonging and leave so I can sleep. I have school tomorrow. It's 10:36."
"How did yo-" He paused. "Fine." He stood up and walked to the door. "You are hanging out with me, John, and Jade tomorrow."
The door slammed shut. You sigh and get up.
He didn't turn off the lights.