I called Hope, "I'm doing an apology video."
"That's step one. Make it good." Hope ordered then hung up.
'She sounds mad! But I have to protect my fans!' I convinced myself I was doing the right thing.
"Hey. Hello, world. Most of you are probably vexed with me by now. A stupid idiot that keeps getting herself in trouble. But I want to make this extremely clear. I make mistakes and I will take responsibility. I apologise for ruining Draco's strawberry and basil ice-cream cake with meringue and pink peppercorns. I apologise for snapping and being mean and I apologise for... No. I refuse to apologise to you Fani. I don't care if I start a war. You crossed the line when you mentioned my parents. Ha. I'm crying. How pathetic of me. If anyone lays a hand on anyone of my petals I will hunt you down. I may have messed up but they did not. I will always fight for my petals because a rose can't be pretty without its petals and I can't be Gardenia's Brightest Flower without my brilliant petals. Do not hesitate to reach out to me. I will be checking my direct messages. Everyday.
I don't care how many hate comments or death threats I'll see if it ensures that my petals are safe. I won't be active much otherwise. I'll be yelled at and punished for this video. If my online privileges are taken away and I am unable to support you just know that I care and please don't be afraid to seek help. This is not the video I was expected to make. But I don't give two craps about Fani. I do not regret slapping him. He deserved it. I am extremely sorry for ruining Draco's strawberry and basil ice-cream cake with meringue and pink peppercorns, as that is a precious item that is worth more than a million dollars to me but is sold at the low low price of $100 at Sunflower Cafe.
Anyway, I'd rather let my petals know that I have their back than suck up to Fani's fan base. I will report all death threats to my petals. Send them to me! I was the one who did it not them! This video is a mess. I ranted for too long. Bye."
"Now to await punishment." I sighed the smiled bitterly.
When my sister arrived she grabbed my hand, dragged me to her car then threw me in.
When we got home the yelling began. "What hell is wrong with you!? First, you make a mess then you somehow managed to make it worse! Do you think that will calm people down!? Do you think anyone will forgive you!?"
"I don't care about what happens to me. They threatened my fans! They don't deserve to be punished with me."
"I don't care about your stupid fans! What about me!? Was killing our parents not enough!"
"...You agree with him?" I was both shocked and heartbroken.
"Go to your room." She ordered.
"Answer me." I was on the verge of tears.
"Yes! Now go."
"...You've blamed me this entire time?" The tears started flowing.
"Go. To. Your. Room."
"Do you even love me!?" I yelled.
She walked out of the room and slammed the front door when she left.
I ran into my room and cried.
"Rose. I'm back." She said as she entered my room.
"..." I was quiet.
"I don't hate you. But I haven't forgiven you either."
"You don't hate me?" That was all I could hear.
"No... In fact, I... L-love you." She struggled to say those words and I ignored that.
"Sister... I love you too!" I hugged her.
You may think I'm foolish but you have to understand... Hope rarely said the word love... Especially when I was in the same sentence. I can count the times she's said she loved me on one hand.
"...But you have to understand... I'm doing this for you. Because I care." She smiled madly.
"What do you mean?" I was getting scared.
"Give me your phone."
"Why?"
"You'll get it back after your two-month suspension. You're going on a diet, you will have to sleep less and you will reflect on what you've done while practising for your concert."
"What?"
"I care about you. That means I have to punish you when you're wrong." Her smile never left her face.
"Y-yeah... But—"
"Do not talk back. I am being nice." She ordered.
"...Okay."
And so my two months of torture began.
I couldn't leave my room unless it was for dance practice. The only other time that door opened was when Hope brought me food.
At first, she allowed me one meal a day but after a week she said I was still fat so she changed my meal to a salad and after another week she lessened the portion and soon she found the correct portion which was a quarter of the usual amount. And only two cups of water a day because the water was making me fat too. It worked I lost around 40 lbs(18kg). I now weigh around 75 lbs(34kg).
I could only sleep 3 hours before she would wake me up with loud noises. I had 15 minutes in the bathroom to brush my teeth and bathe. Other than it was 2 minutes.
I spent most of my days writing songs and singing. And first singing was my safe haven. It made me happy but she wouldn't let me sing what I wanted after the first two weeks. She even started to control the songs that I wrote saying they're too sad and depressing. She wanted me to write at least three songs a day two of which needed to be happy songs. And if I didn't I would not be allowed water, food, sleep or bathroom breaks until I did.
I played instruments until my arms, hands and fingers hurt. Sometimes I would sing until I lose my voice.
My dance teacher was one we previously fired because she didn't treat me like a person and I refused to work with her any longer.
I begged my sister to get me another teacher once I realised it was her but she just said it was a punishment so I shouldn't enjoy it.
The teacher was even worse than before. She would get extremely mad when I made even the slightest of mistakes throw things at me. She expected me to perfect a move I just saw immediately.
She didn't believe in breaks and would not let me stop even if I was tired. If I danced sluggishly because I was tired she would throw anything she was drinking at me and tell me to wake up because there will be no I'm tired on stage. I often danced until I lost consciousness because of her. And she would tell my sister I was just lazy and went to sleep on the floor even though she told me to keep dancing. I would lose my food and water privileges because of that.
On the final day before I went back to school, I fell sprained my ankle during a dance routine. My sister seemed worried. I was so happy she actually cared about my health again I smiled a little.
She asked the teacher how bad of a sprain it was. The teacher saw my smile from before and was mad about it. She harshly grabbed my ankle and moved it around. I cried from the pain but she told my sister I was faking it and she saw nothing wrong with my ankle. So Hope slapped me then scolded me for lying.
The next day I was expected to go to school.
I covered all my bruising from falling and getting hit by that dance teacher and bandaged my ankle. I wore sunglasses to cover my bloodshot eyes and dark circles from sleep deprivation.
But when Hope saw my ankle she yelled at me and told me to stop pretending I sprained my ankle.
I took off the bandages on my ankle and Hope brought me to school.