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Rose pushed her laptop away and sat back at her dining room table. She took a deep breath as she rubbed her eyes with her palms.
She screamed and scattered all of her neatly gathered paperwork she had been working on with the Koskelas, all across the table, bench seat and floor.
“I feel so fucking useless!” She cried out to the otherwise empty trailer.
All of these different government assistance forms and hospital bills she had to fill out or pay was overwhelming. Ever since she had been possessed by the Darkness the year before, Rose Marigold had been experiencing symptoms that no one else but the Kskelas and Cynthia Weaver would understand the cause of. It had taken weeks after Alan Wake had disappeared, taking the Darkness with him, for her to regain any coherent thought or control over her body. Even in the following months, for seemingly no reason, she would black out for hours at a time with no memory of what she had done in that time. Sometimes she would just collapse to the floor at the diner, muttering nonsense about Alan. Other times she would come to in the middle of her kitchen at home making mac and cheese like she usually did, but she didn't remember walking home.
“It’s been two months since the last call with my case worker and im just sitting here on my ass, waiting for updates while im on the verge of losing my fucking job and house!” she plunked her forehead to the table and began to sob.
She felt like a failure.