Prologue
There were tears, always tears. It seemed to be a regular part of her life now. She couldn't even look at anyone in her family without breaking down. Especially James. The only thing Rose saw when she looked into James' eyes was the one simple fact that made her life unbearable. He was taking her best friend away. He liked Hannah and Hannah for some ungodly reason liked him. Rose couldn't stand it. Couldn't take it. It wouldn't happen. Rose wouldn't allow it.
Hannah was hers and no one else's. No one could take her away. They belonged to each other.
James hadn't been the one to comfort Hannah during her parent's divorce. James hadn't been the one to coax Hannah back to sleep after one of her nightmares. James hadn't been the one to convince Hannah that the scary movies weren't real. James hadn't been the one to douse Hannah's room with Holy Water after said scary movies. James hadn't done shit! He just showed up at Rose's house one day when Hannah was over and decided he wanted her.
"Hannah isn't some object you can claim Rose! She's a human being capable of making her own decisions!" James' words from earlier that day echoed around in her head. He'd gotten a letter from Hannah at breakfast. Rose hadn't and was extremely put off about it. She'd said something along the lines of 'she was my friend first'. James began to lecture her.
Generally it was the other way around.
Rose sighed and got out of bed. She didn't want to think about Hannah anymore. If her friend wanted to date James, fine. It wasn't Rose's decision to make. It was Hannah's. But… a part of Rose didn't want Hannah to like James. A part of her wanted Hannah to like anyone but James. Hell, if Hannah ended up liking Rose it wouldn't be a problem. They would still be friends. Still be best friends. Maybe even more.
Whoa, what? Rose put a hand to her mouth. Had she really thought that? Yes, she had. There was no denying it. Tears began falling faster. She was so confused. So lost. One thing was for certain though. Rose wasn't going to lose Hannah. Not now, not ever. She would die first.