Chapter Sixteen: Letting It Out

Her eyes wandered down to the floor, finding a way to explain it all to him- the visions, the mysterious person who kept calling her, the who, when, where, how, and why situation, and then the word, "tomorrow" that kept appearing in the conversation. Perhaps her explaining wouldn't sound as careless as her written words have sounded, or maybe the possibility of her free speaking would mess it all up and she'd go the short route, ruining it all. No, this needed to have a free idea, not a written idea on a piece of paper that was crumpled and then un-crumpled in hopes that it wouldn't look too terrible. Maybe-

Suddenly the door creaked open, him walking inside, turning around, and shutting the door before looking over to her. Standing up, she dusted off her Wyatt black evening dress, curled her fingers together as her Blowfish Nadoc flats gently tapped across the floor. Opening her mouth, she stared at him in the eyes, confirming that this is what she wanted to do before gathering a breath, quietly whispering, "Scott," she began to say, bring up her voice to her stronger. "I- I think I've made a mistake by not telling you any sooner."

"What is it," He asked, looking at her in her eyes before she began to back down, lowering her head only for him to put out his hand, bringing it to her chin as he lifted her head, meeting his eyes with her eyes before going on to say, "You can tell me anything. I promise."

"Today I've started to see these visions, or that's what they called them. My first vision, well, all of my visions involved me in them," Rose quietly sighed, knowing the secrets were killing her and she finally let it all go out to Scott. "They all involved me dying. They- the person that was calling me, telling me about my visions, they said that if I don't look more into these visions, they'll keep coming to me- faster and faster. The only way to stop them is to go back into them, seeing what's connecting them all, but I've think I've found the answer. Now, tomorrow is when this all happens and I need you to promise me," Rose took his hands, knitting them by one finger at a time before looking back into his eyes, tears shining. "I need you to promise me that you'll support me to do this, even if it means that the connection is me dying."

"Rose-" Scott began to say, his voice watery as if he was drinking water at the same time as he was speaking to her.

"No," She shouted, staring into his eyes as she left go of his hands, one of them going up to touch his face as she continued. "Please, just say that you promise and you will let me do this. Scott, tell me you won't try to stop what will happen."

"I'm sorry, Rose, but I can't let you do this, even if it means that we'll never see each other again, but you will still be alive, it'd be better than you being dead. I can not keep that promise. I'd be lying to you." Scott said, his eyes starting to tear up as he watched Rose start to get frustrated.

"Is that any different from you lying now? Scott," Rose said, dropping her hands as she walked away, upset as she started to cry. "You've been keeping everything from me. I try to get you to open up, but you just pull away every single damn time I get closer. I have told you everything about me, including my darkest secrets, but none of that's good enough for you. I want to be good enough for you, but I just can't be. I was always in the light, but you are in the dark right now. For once, Scott, stop lying."

Turning away, Scott remembered the last time he heard that line- Allison. That's when all hell broke loose and their relationship crumbled. They were never the same and now the same thing was happening with Rose. This damn werewolf side was keeping him from having a normal relationship- hell, a normal life. Turning around, he saw her leaning against the wall, crying before sinking to the floor, upset.

"How can I promise when I know that you'll die and I'll never see you again? What will I do for my life then? How will I say yes when all that you want is to get into my life. Rose, there are some thing that even you can't know about and that's the way it is. That's the way it always will be. I don't care if you stop loving me or go away, I just want you to be happy." Scott said, looking at Rose who turned around, staring at him as she got up.

"I am happy, Scott, but you want to be happy to and how can that happen when something is going to happen tomorrow? Listen to me, I'm not Allison and I won't try to do the wrong thing just to make you happy. I don't want to be Allison, dammit," Rose shouted, crying as she huffed out, "I want to be Rose."
"Scott, all I wanted to say was I love you and I'm not afraid." Rose said as she wiped away the tears, going away from Scott, and heading to her bedroom as she shut the door.

Leaning her back against the door, she collapsed, listening to him as he said, "I know you can hear me. I can taste it in your tears."

Putting her ear against the door, her hand soon joined, pressing against the door as he said, "You may not be afraid, but I am. I'm afraid of losing you and I never had to deal with something like this. I never had to deal with losing Allison the way that I'm losing you, but I still want you to know that, if you do want to do this, I'll make sure that something beautiful happens with you. Rose, I love you."

"Scott," Rose whispered as she heard the door open, him about to leave, her voice started to break as she whispered, "I love you, too," before the door shut, him gone.

Sliding to the floor completely, she cried as she heard the fight, her lover leaving, him telling her it was alright over and over again, constantly on repeat in her head. If she had a choice, she'd stay back in Kansas so she wouldn't have to break his heart, giving him a false relationship. She'd make sure he was happy with someone that he could depend on. She'd make sure that he never met Mary Anne Rose Summers. Never.

Changing into a Vera Wang Lavender Label dress, strapping a knife against her upper thigh with a piece of black fabric before tying her hair up into a high ponytail before sliding two knifes that looked like regular sticks under her ponytail, continuing her outfit with Sequin diamond ankle boots, slipping in a mini gun just below the top of the boot, strapping it against her ankle before sliding a knife under the flap of the bottom of the other boot, making sure everything was easy to access, which they all were. Looking at herself in the mirror, she looked like a normal girl who was going out, but she really wasn't, of course. Looking up at the clock, she saw the second hand click from fifty-nine to a perfect midnight. Opening her door, she walked over to the couch, sitting down as she pretended to have a normal night, not evening knowing of what would happen. As she put the TV on, she saw her phone begin to ring and she instantly muted it, seeing the unknown number again. Reaching down for her phone, she answered it to hear the other voice full of panic.

"They found out what I have told you and they have changed the games. They only want you. Don't be alone today. I repeat, don't be alone." She heard the other end begin to crackle as the scream of whoever was calling her pieced the air, suddenly becoming quiet as the call ended.

Rose looked at the black screen, becoming afraid as she quickly dialed Scott's number, hoping he was going to pick up.

"Scott," Rose breathed, hearing the voice mail which made her panic even more. "I- I lied to you and now I can't fix it. Please call me back when you get this. I lied about not being scared, Scott. Please, please, please don't leave me alone in this, Scott. If we don't see each other again, I don't want us to be left off feeling no love, 'cause I do love you. If I don't make it out alive, I want you to remember that I love you more than you could ever know. I love you, Scott McCall and don't you dare forget that this, us, wasn't true, 'cause it honestly was. It's as true as true can come. God, I love you. Goodbye, Scott."

Before Rose could hang up, she felt something tangle around her feet and she looked down, shaking as she saw darkness wrapping around her. Dropping the phone, she felt it pull on her and she filled the air with a scream so loud that the whole state could hear it. Silence scattered around, everything going back to normal as Rose was gone, leaving the phone to end the call. Rose was gone.