Okay, these two chapters also aren't beta read so don't blame me.
In the middle of the night, Star arose and took on her jacket. From the chair next to her bed.
She went outside over the fire escape and headed through the streets of Manhattan. She stopped in front of the Blue Rose. No light was seen inside. Had Frank already left?
She walked in carefully. Slowly, she went upstairs into her old room. She went over to her nightstand and took the picture that stood there and put it in her pocket. On her way back she heard someone moaning in Rose's private room. The door was slightly open, so she glanced in and saw Frank with some brown hair woman, she didn't know.
But where was Rose?
She went downstairs and into the kitchen, where she had left Rose with Frank alone when she had fled.
"Rose." She whispered and saw Rose moving on the floor. Starlight sat down on the floor next to her.
"What.. are ..you doing here? …Get away. …Frank…"
"Is busy!" Star helped Rose up and saw that she was bleeding from her belly.
"I'll bring you to a hospital." Somehow they made it out of the house without being noticed from Frank and to the hospital.
"Please help my friend. She got shot in her belly." The nurse brought Rose to the doctor, while Starlight had to answer the questions from another nurse.
"What's her name?"
"Marjorie Stevenson."
"How old?"
"Thirty."
"What happened?"
"I'm not really sure. I came to look after her this evening because I hadn't heard anything from her. When I came to the house the door was open and I found her laying on the floor. So I brought her here. Will she be okay?"
"I don't know, you have to ask the doctor when he comes out." Star stood there and waited for the doc to come out of Rose's room. She had to wait half an hour before the door opened. A man about fifty with gray hair and pale blue eyes stepped over to her.
"Doc, what..?" The old man had a sad look on his face.
"She won't made it." He shook his head slightly as he watched Star's reaction. It was obvious to him what sort of work the two were doing. At least the woman. Wasn't it already a hard life for them? Now she would die. He couldn't understand what was going on in this city. There was so much pain and murder. He brought Starlight in Rose's room and left the two of them alone.
"Hey." Rose smiled up at Starlight weakly.
Star was about to say something when Rose cut her off.
"Before you say anything, don't lie at me. I know that I won't make it. I can feel it." Star looked down on the floor when Rose took her hand in hers.
"Don't look like that. I'm not the first to die and I won't be the last one."
"Usually I'm the pessimistic one." Starlight smiled at Rose. She knew, Rose didn't want tears.
They talked until the sunrise.
"Star, don't keep people away from you. I know, that not even Jenny or me could really came near you. Let this wall break. Your inside barricades will just hurt you one day. You'll never know what you miss when you don't let people come near you."
"There are no obvious reasons for me to do so." Star looked away.
"Just take a closer look at the people around you. Then you'll find enough reasons!" She felt the grip from Rose's hand loosened.
"Rose?" Rose smiled up at Star one last time and closed her eyes slowly- but forever.
"ROSE!!!" The tears came out of Star's eyes. She sat there another half an hour before she got the will to leave and let Rose rest in peace. She walked over to the nurse that had asked her all this questions.
"She died half an hour ago." She whispered and left the hospital.
She reached in her pocket and took out the picture she had took in the Blue rose. It was her parents. She didn't know who had taken it. Rose had given it to her when Star had asked about her parents. The pair on the photo looked loving at each other. The young woman sitting on the lap of the man. All she knew was, that the photo was taken in the Blue Rose at a Christmas eve. She put it back into her pocket and looked up at the sky. Dark gray clouds arose above Manhattan. It was about seven at this Sunday morning. Maybe the others were already awake? But she didn't walk back to the lodging house directly. She went to the cemetery where she knew her parents laid. Her mother had wanted to be buried next to her father. She walked over the cemetery looking for the names of her parents. There she saw their gravestones.
Mary Alexandra McAdams born in 1860, died in 1885.
William Stone born in 1855, died in 1884.
She stood there several minutes when the tears again came out. She didn't cry in front of people. Just when she was alone. Like now. She didn't notice the rain that soaked her.
"Why? Why had you two to die?! If you hadn't love each other!!! Why had you two to love each other?!" She sank down to the ground shaking from her tears and the cold.
Finally she stood up and walked back to the lodging house.
In the middle of the night, Star arose and took on her jacket. From the chair next to her bed.
She went outside over the fire escape and headed through the streets of Manhattan. She stopped in front of the Blue Rose. No light was seen inside. Had Frank already left?
She walked in carefully. Slowly, she went upstairs into her old room. She went over to her nightstand and took the picture that stood there and put it in her pocket. On her way back she heard someone moaning in Rose's private room. The door was slightly open, so she glanced in and saw Frank with some brown hair woman, she didn't know.
But where was Rose?
She went downstairs and into the kitchen, where she had left Rose with Frank alone when she had fled.
"Rose." She whispered and saw Rose moving on the floor. Starlight sat down on the floor next to her.
"What.. are ..you doing here? …Get away. …Frank…"
"Is busy!" Star helped Rose up and saw that she was bleeding from her belly.
"I'll bring you to a hospital." Somehow they made it out of the house without being noticed from Frank and to the hospital.
"Please help my friend. She got shot in her belly." The nurse brought Rose to the doctor, while Starlight had to answer the questions from another nurse.
"What's her name?"
"Marjorie Stevenson."
"How old?"
"Thirty."
"What happened?"
"I'm not really sure. I came to look after her this evening because I hadn't heard anything from her. When I came to the house the door was open and I found her laying on the floor. So I brought her here. Will she be okay?"
"I don't know, you have to ask the doctor when he comes out." Star stood there and waited for the doc to come out of Rose's room. She had to wait half an hour before the door opened. A man about fifty with gray hair and pale blue eyes stepped over to her.
"Doc, what..?" The old man had a sad look on his face.
"She won't made it." He shook his head slightly as he watched Star's reaction. It was obvious to him what sort of work the two were doing. At least the woman. Wasn't it already a hard life for them? Now she would die. He couldn't understand what was going on in this city. There was so much pain and murder. He brought Starlight in Rose's room and left the two of them alone.
"Hey." Rose smiled up at Starlight weakly.
Star was about to say something when Rose cut her off.
"Before you say anything, don't lie at me. I know that I won't make it. I can feel it." Star looked down on the floor when Rose took her hand in hers.
"Don't look like that. I'm not the first to die and I won't be the last one."
"Usually I'm the pessimistic one." Starlight smiled at Rose. She knew, Rose didn't want tears.
They talked until the sunrise.
"Star, don't keep people away from you. I know, that not even Jenny or me could really came near you. Let this wall break. Your inside barricades will just hurt you one day. You'll never know what you miss when you don't let people come near you."
"There are no obvious reasons for me to do so." Star looked away.
"Just take a closer look at the people around you. Then you'll find enough reasons!" She felt the grip from Rose's hand loosened.
"Rose?" Rose smiled up at Star one last time and closed her eyes slowly- but forever.
"ROSE!!!" The tears came out of Star's eyes. She sat there another half an hour before she got the will to leave and let Rose rest in peace. She walked over to the nurse that had asked her all this questions.
"She died half an hour ago." She whispered and left the hospital.
She reached in her pocket and took out the picture she had took in the Blue rose. It was her parents. She didn't know who had taken it. Rose had given it to her when Star had asked about her parents. The pair on the photo looked loving at each other. The young woman sitting on the lap of the man. All she knew was, that the photo was taken in the Blue Rose at a Christmas eve. She put it back into her pocket and looked up at the sky. Dark gray clouds arose above Manhattan. It was about seven at this Sunday morning. Maybe the others were already awake? But she didn't walk back to the lodging house directly. She went to the cemetery where she knew her parents laid. Her mother had wanted to be buried next to her father. She walked over the cemetery looking for the names of her parents. There she saw their gravestones.
Mary Alexandra McAdams born in 1860, died in 1885.
William Stone born in 1855, died in 1884.
She stood there several minutes when the tears again came out. She didn't cry in front of people. Just when she was alone. Like now. She didn't notice the rain that soaked her.
"Why? Why had you two to die?! If you hadn't love each other!!! Why had you two to love each other?!" She sank down to the ground shaking from her tears and the cold.
Finally she stood up and walked back to the lodging house.