Author: RosesAndWriting PM
Rose gets seasonal affective disorder during the winter. That means every year around the holidays she gets depressed, and as always she has her sister to help. She also has a boyfriend that may have delayed the negativity.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Words: 2,654 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 02-10-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3100037
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A/N: Ugh, I'm sorry this is complete crap, but if you have any suggestions on how to make it better, then click the review button. I've just been working on this for 2 weeks, and this is the result of mostly forcing it out. I hope it's a little funny though.
Character profiles of David Rosen and (Kitten) Rose Malana are available on my writing blog, which you can get to through my profile.
"I'm depressed," I spoke softly in realization. There was a groan in the undertone of my voice and I closed my eyes in exhaustion. That exhaustion included a certain familiar sadness.
"Damn it," I hissed. I ran a hand as far as I could through my hair. My head was against the pillow which restricted my hand from going very far. I sighed, and opened my eyes again. Just…damn it.
"I'll need to call Fiona," I whispered after a minute, remembering the routine. Every winter, or just about every winter, depression kicks in. There's a history of depression in my family, but I'm the only one to get depressed in the winter- Seasonal Affective Disorder or SAD. Clearly whoever came up with that had a rather annoying sense of humor.
"Morning," a voice mumbled from beside me. I looked to my left.
David was awake, but he hadn't yet opened his eyes. I stared softly at him, wondering if he had heard my confession. I didn't want for him to have heard me.
"Morning," I whispered back, realizing that he probably expected a returning morning greeting. He responded with a lazy smile, but he still didn't open his eyes. He had a hand on my bare stomach, and he began to lift a finger to lazily slide it in a short line across the skin he could reach.
"Did you know," he started, "that you breathe with your diaphragm when you're asleep, but when you're awake you breath with your lungs? When your stomach stops going up and down your chest starts. It's a very interesting thing, in my opinion. It helps me to know when you wake up."
It worried me that he'd what I said based on the words he had just spoken, but he showed no signs of having heard me.
"Well now that you've told me this I can use it. Thank you," I said smiling, and kissing his cheek. I slid out of the bed and started towards the kitchen.
"You're just going to leave the room like that?" I heard him behind me, clearly amused. I was in my underwear, and I hadn't planned on putting anything else on.
"I've got a free Saturday sweetie, I didn't think I'd need anymore clothes," I grinned. I continued walking to the other room, and with each second my grin faded quickly. This wasn't my first time being depressed, and I'd learned from the best on how to hide it. Until I could get Fiona down here so she could personally hand me the antidepressants (the woman needed to see me when I was depressed because she worried about me so much) I was very much going to hide any symptom of my…mental illness.
I also normally get kind of pissed in the winter, simply because I, Kitten Rose Malana (you know, I could change my first name…) was becoming slower and less sharp and on task and dangerous and the best at everything and it was all because of this stupid hereditary thing that my mother's side of the family bestowed upon me. It's not even an easy thing to get over because it just isn't.
I am a Hell's Belle. I'm sweet and seductive and I'm beautiful and horrifying. I am not someone that lounges in their sweats all day and sighs when I watch productive and happily in love or whatever characters on my TV because I wish I could have that. All of these things just screams the fact that winter fucking sucks.
I hate the winter.
I sighed when I was out of David's earshot and turned on my phone, which I had discreetly brought with me out of the bedroom.
Fiona I made it to the 23rd of December. Proud? I texted my sister. She'd know exactly what I meant when she saw the message, because we've done this several times. She'd become concerned about me, fly to see me, and then she'll see David and- shit. She doesn't know about David, and within maybe even 2 days she's going to see him, become mad at me for not telling her and then she'll tell him everything about me that she thinks he "needs to know".
"Damage control then, let's soften the blow," I whispered, as I briefly scanned my phone for new messages. There were none, and I turned it off.
"New mission? I thought you had today off," David spoke from a few feet away. He scratched his stomach and went to the fridge.
"What are you talking about?" I questioned, my eyebrows scrunched together. He smiled and looked at me, a milk carton in hand.
"Damage control? That's a mission thing isn't it? Something that shouldn't have happened did?" Well bless his heart for paying attention- that's a trait that only comes out every so often.
"No actually, this time it's a personal thing. My sister Fiona is coming over, and you'll probably be hearing some things about me- all true, but some things are rather…not quite believable. Also, please don't react too quickly when she tells you about certain things…" I trailed off slowly, ringing my hands.
"What are you talking about exactly?" he murmured, walking over and trailing a finger across my back. It made me relax just a little bit, and only for a millisecond.
"It's hard to explain…I just…it hasn't been easy getting to this point in my life. I don't want to remind myself of anything…Fiona's just going to tell you anything she thinks you need to know."
He looked at me strangely and I realized that I'd definitely confused him and put him on edge. It seemed that I did that a lot, but that was understandable.
"Okay…so is your sister another super-secret government agent or is she normal or somehow both?" he asked slowly.
"The last one, believe it or not. She hates some of the morally unethical things us agents do. She's a doctor. She's my doctor since I wouldn't trust another doctor to get anywhere near me," I smiled as I added the last part.
"Ah. So what sort of morally unethical things do you have to do?" he grinned as he slid his arms around my waist.
"Manipulate others. Make people wish they were never born. Normally I try to stay away from that stuff but…sometimes my conscience likes to take vacations," I sighed. I closed my eyes and leaned against him. Fiona had better come quick.
"What the hell is wrong with you? I don't hear from you for two months and then you text me needing meds? I'm coming down there to see you," Fiona attempted to scold me. I knew what the message was before she was going to say it and when she did I merely rolled my eyes. This was a predictable move made by a predictable Fiona.
"I know. That's why I'm telling you now that I'm dating someone. His name is David and I've been dating him for…oh how funny, about two months." Fiona started making these frustrated noises and I chuckled quietly.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me about this!?" she shrieked quietly. She must be doing a shift at the hospital otherwise she would've been louder.
"I didn't feel like it," I explained with a verbal shrug. She made more of the frustrated noises and there was a shift in volume and I could tell that she had run a hand through her hair.
"I don't know why I put up with you," she sighed in complete exasperation. I laughed without humor.
"I don't really know either. Maybe it has to do with the fact that you love me because I'm your sister," I joked.
"I'll be down there soon. Make sure that your boyfriend is prepared to know 10 times more stuff about you than what he already knows." She's really good at knowing what bullshit I pull. I'm really good at knowing what her reaction is going to be at the bullshit I pull.
"So is she coming?" David asked, leaning on the kitchen entry door-frame. Naturally I looked him up and down to evaluate his reason for his posture.
"Yeah, and very soon. She just found out that you and I are dating so she's probably hopping on a jet plane. I just hope she doesn't forget the meds," I laughed. David stood straight up.
"Meds? For you or for me?" Shoot. I hadn't meant to say that out loud.
"It'd be funnier if it were for you but no, the meds are for me," I smiled softly. His eyebrows knit in confusion.
"Why do you need medication?" he asked.
"Go look up SAD disorder," I told him. That way he couldn't get mad at me for withholding information from him, because I gave him the info and now he had to go check it out for himself.
"SAD disorder?" he questioned.
"Yeah. If you just look up the word 'sad' then you'd get results full of songs sung by heartbroken musicians and poems by your average poet," I told him.
He left the room, probably to find a laptop.
"Hi! I'm your girlfriend's sister! I assume you know my name, what's yours?" I heard Fiona greet when David opened the door. I stared in the direction of the noise.
"Fiona you weren't taking any of my anti-depressants on the way over here were you? You're more chipper than usual," I commented as I made my way to the other two. She laughed.
"I'm just in a great mood," Fiona said. I narrowed my eyes.
"I'm living in the same small town I hated living in when I was a teenager, and you've realized that I'm even in the same neighborhood, and it took me an extra week to get depressed than I normally would have realized. You have a laugh in your voice, which means you find this amusing. You find it more amusing than just a little bit because you think I'm staying here because of my boyfriend, and that my depression was delayed because of my boyfriend," I explained her thoughts. She rolled her eyes.
"Don't be snarky," she lightly chided.
"See? You're less amused because I caught that bad lie. I'm right," I stated, stepping forward to stick my hand into her bag, and reaching for the bottle of meds that she probably had in there. I found it and pulled it out, opened the bottle, and popped one in my mouth.
"Yes you are, and don't take things out of my bag, you wouldn't like it if I did it to you," she naturally chided as she began walking into my house-condo-thing. David shut the door, silent due to the conversation I was having with my sister.
"You're right, I wouldn't, but it's not like you're the type of person who would, so I have nothing to worry about," I responded dryly. We reached the kitchen and I went around the counter and bent down to the cupboard on the far right to pull something out.
"Here," I breathed as I gave her a package. She stared at it.
"What the hell is this?" she muttered. I did a sort of laugh.
"As much as I like abusing our relationship I figured that it'd be a good idea to make up for being a bitch. Open it," I ordered. She pursed her lips in disapproval of my bluntness but started to open the box anyway. When she tore away the cardboard in an unnecessarily nice way, she stopped in awe.
"Damn you've got a good memory," she whispered.
"Saw it a store nearby and thought of you. I feel like since I did all of this to you this should make up for some of it," I shrugged nonchalantly. She didn't buy my uncaring tone and looked at me.
"Thank you," Fiona gushed. I smirked slightly because I'd gotten her away from any thought of scolding me.
"What's with the sock-monkey?" David asked as he finally caught up to us.
"It's something I've wanted since I was a teenager, but I was never able to find one, and I refused to get one online," Fiona smiled. She looked at me.
"Thanks," she whispered. I winked.
"You never told me any of these things," David breathed. I nodded, rubbing my slightly sweaty palms on my thighs.
"I don't like it when you hide things from whatever guy you're with Rose, my throat hurts at the end of telling them everything," Fiona sighed. I rolled my eyes.
"Well I don't tell them things because I know you will. Also, there's always a hope that you won't mind that I don't tell them things," I joked.
"As if," she scoffed.
"I'm sorry, can we talk about how you got stabbed in Antarctica?"
"No we cannot. I can't relive that experience. Why do you have to tell him about all the trauma?" I whined to my sister.
"You gotta face it Rose, you can't hide from it. And you know what? I have to go, little miss Hell's Belle. I need to set something up with Dustin at the hotel I'm staying at," Fiona said as she stood up.
"Oh no, don't leave, I beg you," I moaned in a mutter. She gave me a look and grabbed her bag. David stared forward, but I paid no mind to it. I followed Fiona to the door.
"Don't scare this one away Rose, he's cute," she whispered to me as she got ready to leave. I nodded.
"I know, he's special." She smiled, we said our goodbyes, and she left.
"So I'm starting to realize that I sort of abuse you too," I whispered in David's ear as I leant down to him. He was still staring at the wall.
"What?" he blinked. He wasn't refocusing on me.
"Yeah, I started to realize it earlier today, actually. So I got you a gift too," I smirked. His eyebrows burrowed.
"Can I see it?" he started to turn his head. I shook mine.
"No, not until you come with me," I told him.
"Why am I coming with you?"
"Because I'm wearing your present," I giggled. He snapped his head to look at me, and then stood up and walked around the couch.
"Yeah, a real Hell's Belle alright, you might just kill me one of these days."
A/N: So I hope you liked the ending. Please review and let me know of what you think about the story, and anything you think I could do to make it better, because improvements could be made.