Sadstuck Fic 1 - Featuring Rose Lalonde as protagonist
Halfway
Rose was scared.
She was terrified. Her skin had turned sickly grey, and her hair was snow white. She was shaking, and trying to shout to John, and
she didn't know what had happened. She sounded like she made sense, but John looked at her in confusion. Was she dying? Was she a
demon now? Why was everything black? So many questions ran through her mind.
She looked at her hands and wondered if they'd ever be the same again.
If they'd ever knit scarves. If they'd ever turn the pages of a book. If they'd ever write again.
Now bear in mind that this all was happening to a thirteen year old girl who's soul was much older than her. How else could you
explain her wisdom and bravery? All of her friends had old souls. They coped well. But she was falling apart.
Rose knew she sounded devilish. She heard what her voice sounded like every time she tried talking. The black never really went away.
It always stayed, even after that. She felt grim, she felt dark. She felt foreign in her own skin.
She felt dead.
And she was. Well, halfway.
Rose was scared.
But she wasn't scared because she didn't know what was going on. Oh no. She knew quite well what was going on.
Rose was scared because she knew she was dead.
Well, halfway.