After rosey was beaten senselessly, and being screamed at, she was on the floor at first unable to get up.
She knew that, all her sores and bruises would be an afterthought in due time.
But for now, she could not help but force herself up, and limp into her bedroom.
Her parents had left for an errand in their car, alone at last. Rosey saw a pool of blood on the floor unsure exactly what to make of her situation, as at this point she was used to it.
No one really gave a fuck about rosey. At least, not in this world.
Rosey got on her knees staring out the window once she made it into her bedroom, imagining herself with wings as her parents chased her from the ground, unable to catch up to her as she flew farther and farther away, waving goodbye to everyone down below, and being free at last.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she smiled to herself lost in her fantasy.
Suddenly she heard the car pulling back up into the driveway.