"Ask me why..." [b]Flashback.[/b] ====================== "...ask me why, Rose! Go ahead!" She stood these dumbfounded, a girl of 16, standing in front of her twenty something year old brother. "Ask me why, Rose, I despise you!" He wanted the answer, but she was choking back tears. She always knew he hated her, but why? Was she some chosen one? "W-why?" She squeaked out then. "Because Father tossed me aside, No said 'your the heir to the family name', that's why! I worked so damn hard to peeve myself, I did everything right! Even since I was a kid, I was trying too, then you where born, and just like that father was less interested!" Why was he yelling? What did he mean, choose her over him? Its not like she did anything wrong, right? A tear rolled down her cheek then, the girl frozen in fear, unable to force herself to move, her own legs seemed trapped in ice. She wanted to run, but couldn't, facing the full brunt of her brother's wrath. "You don't have a clue of what it means to inherit the name, not one! Since day one you've always had your head in the clouds, ignorant and stupid!" She grimaced then, the words stung, maybe she was a bit airheaded at times... "You're clueless even now, standing there with that face! Trying not to cry, let it out, by all means! You damned bitch!" Now that stung even more, making the brunette jump a bit, finally breaking the spell on her legs, as she looked at him with a pain in her eyes. Then turned and ran, his shouts echoing after her, trying to get her attention. Now he was sorry, now he was.... [i]You dammed bitch...[/i] /// "...that damned batch has been plaguing our shop for a while now, sorry for that, dear." "What?" she asked then, blankly. "That dammed batch, the one from hours ago, seems it effected yours too." Rose blinked then, did she just have a flashback? She knew those words sounded familiar. Handing over the coffee then, she got a refund, the clerk passing her some kind of special seasonal one, mint something or other. The memory slowly collected in her mind, puddling together and becoming more and more vivid. She nodded in thanks then, leaving the small shop. Why did she remember that moment in her life? When she lived with her family still, just a year before she screwed it all up and left. It was going to haunt her now though, as she wanted to figure out why. Turning, opening the double glass doors and heading right, she took a sip from the drink then, walking down the street in a robotic like pattern, eyes focused somewhere far different as she tried to figure out what happened. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]