"She was the superhero to my movie" // Bo Erwin has a strange mind, Magenta is even stranger - together they rock a comic book world, until reality kills the main character. A story about endings.


4. CHAPTER THREE | Fire-breathing dragons carry the world


Crying wasn’t an option, digging a hole in the ground was definitely out of the question, so I just went home after Frankie left me. But she didn’t leave, not like that – we weren’t even friends so she didn’t have to stay with me.

“You’re home early, “ and Rocky Barnes was a minor character in everything going on at the moment, but he was my stepdad too, and I couldn’t just ignore him. “Yeah, we got a cancelled schedule, “ lying had always been pretty easy towards Rocky. The tall, gangly man could have been the side kick of a superhero, if it wasn’t because he lacked a sense of justice. It wasn’t like he was mean or anything, he was an ordinary man who paid his bills and never ever did anything to hurt anyone. But if I got mugged, he would probably tell me everything would be okay, and then move on. Nothing about finding the guilty and give me back my money. That kind of actions just didn’t fit a man in a cape, so I drew Rocky like he was. A tall, gangly man always wearing hoodies that made him seem even smaller.

“Everything okay? “ he asked, but didn’t look up from the laptop screen. Rocky was a writer who never sold any books. He just wrote and wrote and no one accepted it.

“I’m fine, “ lie number two, and Rocky still didn’t notice anything. Maybe it was because of his lack of justice, he really didn’t care if I lied or not.


Returning to my room always seemed like a whole new experience, it was pretty awesome if you asked me. It had so many impressions tucked up inside a small bedroom, and it was overwhelming. Stickers and posters from bands and TV-shows covered most of the wall above my bed, picture painted by Rosie covered everything else everywhere.

She loved colors and she said I didn’t, so she just painted a bunch of stuff for me through the years. It didn’t matter though, because I really liked her paintings, even the most colorful ones.

I had my own drawing of Rosie, it was actually in colors. She was a dragon, not like Mary Grayson would have been, but a real, beautiful dragon. Rosie’s scale were made of crimson colors and her grey eyes were the kindest, but still warning you to take a step back. Her wings were huge, and she could carry the world even though she shouldn’t have to.

“Back in Fantasia are we? “ I probably was.

“Sorry, “ I looked up at my older sister, Rosie Erwin. She sat down by the bed, folding her arms as she peaked over my shoulder. As she raised an eyebrow of my drawing, I blushed. “What? “

“I always said I wanted to be a princess, not the freaking dragon, “ she complained. After a second of letting me sweat, she cracked a smile. “Oh come on, you know I’m joking. “

I think she’s – and zap. Super Evil Me couldn’t get to me when I was with Rosie, and I could spend all day with her, if she didn’t have to leave all the time.

“I met a new girl at school today, “ I don’t know why I told her that. Maybe my definition of meeting a new person wasn’t correct or something. “Who is she? “ Rosie seemed curious, so I just told her about Frankie Kane. It turned out I didn’t really have much to say, other that this new girl thought the world would end in a zombie apocalypse. Stupid me, she definitely didn’t classify as meeting a new person. By the details I knew of Frankie, she was more of a watched-from-afar-person.

“Where is she in all this? “ Rosie ignored my lack of knowledge. Instead she gestured at my drawing shelf. A large, long wooden shelf above my bed, filled with sketchbooks dating back to 22.12.11. A sort of record of people I’d met.

I frowned. I hadn’t really thought about that. Where did Frankie fit in? She didn’t just seem as a minor character, and she definitely didn’t seem like the villain or some bad dude. But where should I put her?

“I don’t know, “ I finally answered. Rosie’s eyes turned big. “You really haven’t thought about it? “

I shook my head.

“Well then, “ Rosie sat up on her knees. “This calls for a celebration. “

“Oh stop it, “ I mumbled. It wasn’t funny, not at all. “I need to give her a role. “

Rosie got serious, her face melted like the dragon fire burnt away, and she just looked kind of sad. “I know you have to, “ she said.

I found a sketchbook and a pencil, turning my back to Rosie. It was stupid, but I felt hurt. After a while,  I couldn’t hear her breathe anymore. I was alone in my room, again. 

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