A/N: Okay guys. I got some really good reviews so here is chapter 4. I actually haven't gotten to chapter 5 yet, so I don't know how long it'll be until I update this story again. I'm actually in the process of writing 2 different Fanfictions. Obviously, this one, and a Mortal Instruments one that I have not posted yet. So, continue to review, and I want a total of 20 before I update again, and I will continue to give you more chapters! And Ideas are accepted. And to the guest who asked, this story IS all human.
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Never Walk Alone- Chapter 4
I snapped back to the present day. I looked up and gazed at the sunset. I cried as I did so because sunset used to mean Will was coming home to play with his little sister, Rosie.
The day after Will died, I did nothing but cry until I passed out. Then I would wake up and cry again. After days of the same routine, of waking, only to cry and pass out again, my mom became concerned. I wouldn't eat or talk. I never did anything anymore. Without my big brother, I didn't want to do anything anymore. I had no drive or ambition.
"Rose, you should eat something. Will wouldn't want you to live like this. Be the fighter he saw in you. The survivor he knew you will be. He wouldn't want you to live like this, wallowing in the pain his departure has caused." My mother said to me.
"How would you know what Will would have wanted? You were never really home enough to be our mother, much less know anything about us. You only know what you saw in videos. You drove my Daddy away! And now, Will is gone to. He didn't 'depart' from us. He's dead! The one person who was always there for me, who did what my Mommy was supposed to do, who did what my Daddy wanted to do, is now gone. It's a good thing school starts next week. Then you can drop me at the Academy and leave." I said in a rushed flare of my temper.
"Will wouldn't want you to live like this young lady." My mother said, between her teeth while trying to control her anger.
"Will wouldn't want me to do many things, but that never stopper me from doing them." I said, remembering the times when I would forget to brush my teeth before bed, or eat candy before dinner. He wouldn't like many of the things I do during the present day. "Will's little fighter died back there with him."
That was the last time Rosie lived. Rosie died with Will, in those woods on that snowy December night. The stone-cold bitch, Rose, was born after my mother left me at the Academy. When Rosie and Will died, I vowed that my brother's death would be avenged. That summer had gone by in a haze of tears. Then school started at St. Vladimir's Academy. At the end of my junior year, my mom visited. She told me that she would be protecting the newest Zeklos prince. I made some sort of grunting sound when I saw her and turned my back on her, walking away. All the years that my mom had been gone, I had traced my family tree and found my father. I got into contact with him and my life got a little better. I left my mom, heading toward the gym to train. I changed into the normal training clothes then went for a 3 mile run before coming back to the gym and practicing my combative skills.
"Rose Hathaway to Headmistress Kirova's office." buzzed over the intercom. I silently changed and made my way to Kirova's office. As I walked in and took a seat, Kirova looked up at me.
"Rose, you are to leave the Academy. Your father wants you near him at Court. On the last day of school, your father will pick you up. You will depart from our care immediately."
"Okay." I replied in my boredest voice possible.
"Alberta would like to speak with you now in her office."
I left Kirova's office and went to Alberta's. Alberta Petrov was a family friend. She has known me my entire life, and she has seen me grow up like a mother should. Alberta filled the shoes that my mother never did after Will died. Alberta was there when Will and I were born. She was the second person to hold me, right after my brother.
"Hey Bertie. What's up?"
"Hello little one. Have a seat. I have some things for you. They are from your mother and… And Will." Alberta said my brother's name sadly, truly missing him like I did and still do. "Your father has something for you, but it is with him."
I just sat silently and waited. Then she layed an envelope with my mother's curly script on it.
'For Rose: Before Senior Year'
I opened it to find a letter and my mother's wedding ring.
August 22, 1999
Dear Rose,
I know you will feel like I abandoned you but being in our family is dangerous. After Will's death, I knew I had to hide you and separate myself. Your father and I love you very much. Just believe me when I say "We did this to protect you." Here I have left you my wedding ring. Your father and I love each other very much. If anybody saw me with the ring, I would be putting you in immense danger. I know it sounds unfair, but I leave it to you, no matter it's meaning. I want you to keep a part of me with you forever.
I love you sweetie.
Love,
Mommy
I cried as I read the letter then looked at my mother's wedding ring. It was a dazzling gold ring with a heart shaped pink diamond with two smaller clear diamonds on the sides. Then I noticed two pictures had fallen to the floor. I reached down and picked them up. The first was a picture of my mother and father on their wedding day, gazing passionately into each other's eyes, completely ignoring the camera. The second photo brought fresh tears to my eyes. It was a young Will holding a baby Rosemarie while sitting with Mommy and Daddy. The young Will wore the biggest smile as he looked down at "Princess Rosie," as he used to call me. Then Alberta set a larger envelope on her desk in front of me. This one was in Will's handwriting.
'For Rosie: When You Need Me Most'
March 18, 1995
Princess Rosie,
For 2 hours, I listened to our mother's pained screams as she birthed you. I have to say that I'm happy to have a little sister. When I first saw you, I cried with joy. You had our father's physical appearance but I knew you would be like mother and I. you had a fighter's spirit from the very beginning and only I could see it. I could tell from your cries. I watched you and held you close as mother slept. You would curl up so close to my chest and you cooed at me, ever so gently. When mother held you in your sleep, you would snuggle close to her chest but you never cooed like you did with me.
As the years went by, I became putty in your tiny little hands. The way your eyes would sparkle and light up, and your smile made everything I went through on a daily basis worth it. I spoiled you rotten. I was proud to be your big brother and I took every chance to prove it. I know ho much you mean to mom, but you mean so much more to me.
If you are reading this, then it can only mean one thing. That I died, and gave the last full measure of my protective abilities, to protect my little Princess Rosie. I've known since you were born that you would be great. I knew exactly what my last words would be, if the moment ever came. That I love my Princess Rosie and that she has to be strong. That she has to live her life for two people and love every minute of it because we never know when we will breathe our last breath and see our last sights.
I know mother has probably tried to tell you for years that you have to be strong and live for me, that you have to be my fighter. I know you have great things ahead of you. One day, when your training is complete, you will be the best this world has ever seen. You will even be better than me.
Stay strong. It won't be long.
Love,
Will.
Reading Will's letter made my tears come in a flaming rush. My tears left burning trails running down my face. Inside he had left me the family ring. All my photos of Will, he always wore the ring. I pulled the ring out and silently slid it onto my right thumb. I instantly felt as if Will had embraced me in a hug from behind. I could feel his arms around my upper torso and I could only imagine his head resting on my shoulder. I reached up and wiped my tears away.
"Thank you Bertie. I need to go pack."
She silently nodded her head and let me go. I was half way down the hall before I heard her call me.
"Rose! Wait!" She was running to catch up with me.
"What's up Bertie?"
She silently held her hand out to me. I stretched mine out to hers and felt her drop something small and cube-ish into my hand. This is a birthday present from me. I know it's late but I've had to save up to get it for you for years. I hope you find strength in your moments of weakness. Always remember I'm only a phone call away if you need me."
I looked down and opened the tiny box in my hand. I opened it to find a tiny sterling silver horse with a single ruby set in place of the horse's heart. I looked up at Alberta and gasped. I pulled her close and hugged her tight. Alberta was like the mother I never had but would never deserve. I pulled back and looked at the woman who had stood by and watched me grow up. I held the necklace out to her and held my hair up, offering her my neck so she could put it on me. I thought it was the best I could do for her.
I spent the remainder of my day packing up the things I wouldn't absolutely need for the next day. My last day of junior year. I put the last item in a box and closed it. I taped the box shut and wrote fragile.
After packing, I left my dorm room, locking it. I went to the outside track to begin a jog. I needed to clear my head. I was just about to jog over to the track when I felt someone pull on my arm. I turned around to see Jesse.
"Hey Hathaway! Heard you're leaving tomorrow. Is it true?" He asked me.
"Yeah. Why do you care? You haven't talked to me for the past 5 months and I'm supposed to be your girlfriend. Have fun with Camille… Cause you two aren't very good at hiding what you've got going." I spit at him as I turned away and started running. I got to the track and put my headphones in and started playing my 'Fighter' mix. The first song, of course, is Fighter by Christina Aguilera. When I first discovered that Jesse was cheating on me with Camille Conta, this song kept me going strong through so much. I had broken up with him the next day but it never got through his head. So that was just another reason I'm happy to be leaving here. To be away from him.