Rachel saw blood seep through her fingers and she wasn't doing anything. Phoenix screamed again. Screaming, screaming. All Rachel heard was screaming and she couldn't figure out who's it was.
"Rose, you used to love me," she whispered. "You never said it but I knew. You'd get upset when I was mean or left you out of things. You were upset when we liked the same boys, but you never fought me for them." James. "I should have been nicer, there for you more. I was always jealous because you were prettier than me. Because you had a real family. Because people liked you and even when they didn't, you didn't care. Logan would yell at you for shopping too much and you would say he didn't understand. When Emma would ground, you'd rebel and sometimes I'd help you. Sometimes I think you were watching out for me more than I knew. I was passionate, rash. I didn't think much. Don't think much. Which I guess is ironic. But you always made sure we didn't cross a certain line. You were sure that I never got in so much trouble that I'd be kicked out. You wanted me around..."
Rose was still in there somewhere. She knew it. She had to be.