Rose tripped backwards, landing in a pile of crates. Pain shot through her back and when she tried to get up by supporting herself on a crate beside her, her hand broke through the wood. She screamed - in pain, but mostly in frustration - and then broke down crying. "Something's wrong with you," Rose said. Her words were meant with Jahora, but when she said them aloud, she was reminded of things her aunt and uncle had told her.
"Rose!!" Darrin ripped the feral thirteen year old off of her preteen brother.
Rose - a sweaty, red-faced young woman wearing a tank top, her braid a mess - was screaming in anger. "Don't TOUCH me!" She tried to rip her arms free of her uncle's grip, but he held her tighter. "He's a devil! A manipulative devil! He's perfect around you, but the moment you turn your backs, he'll tease me relentlessly. Why can't you see?!?! You're BLIND!"
"Right now, this isn't about your brother. You need to calm down."
"He never gets in trouble! He doesn't care about me, or any of you, he's a psychopath!"
"Rose, stop it."
She was crying. Yelling but completely unheard. They didn't care. Why didn't they care?! Rose started cussing them out and her uncle tossed her over his shoulder, carrying the ferocious girl over his shoulder to her room. As she was forced out, she heard Aunt Riva asking Granite if he was okay, softly chiding him for teasing his sister. "You're not in trouble," said Riva. "But your sister... There's something wrong with that girl."
The words seemed to echo in her mind. Rose remembered blacking out soon after that moment. Entering a vision of the future, having a seizure. It was the first time that had happened to her and had confirmed what they'd thought. There was something wrong with her. And nobody could help her.