- Rosemarie.

-Later in the night-

I woke up dehydrated, even though it was barley winter. The weather was cool but I always had this problem,it wasn't anything new. I sat up, looking over to my clock 2 o'clock a.m.

I opened my door quietly, seeing how I got rid of the squeaking noise with oil.
I didn't want to wake my father to be accused of sneaking out again. The door was now open to its fullest..I made my way out going down the white set of stairs until I met the hardwood floor of the first level.

I quietly made my way, when I noticed my father on the phone.
I quickly went back to the dark area where I was unseen.

"I know...I know... It's happening all over again...I didn't know what to say. But I wasn't going to tell the truth..


yes I know it's wrong, I can't just tell my daughter that I'm abandoning her to spend my life with a new woman and I'd rather deal with her children because my own daughter is too depressive.

It doesn't matter, I can't find the way to tell her....All I can do from here is force her to live with Vic and Mike"

I had enough, I didn't want to hear anymore. Because the truth is always painful.
At least now I know what my own father thinks of me, I'm probably the worst kid ever who won't amount to anything in life.

Quickly and quietly I made my way back up the stairs,pushing aside my dehydration, I sat on my bed, my eyes fled with tears and sniffles. Why? Why again?
Was I that bad of a child?

First my mom leaves to marry a doctor,she forgot about us. Now my dad to spend his life with someone new. It's all my fault.

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-Next day-

i procrastinated to tape up the box.
My room looking rather empty and cold since I've been home packing.

All my posters,pictures,cut outs on my wall were packed away.
All my clothes shoved Into three boxes, my shoes into one.

I sat on my bed for the last time, it was comfortable you could sink into my bed.
My window was slightly cracked, so the wind from outside making a spooky sound.
I welcomed it in.

My dad walked in.

"Hey kiddo" he smiled,sitting at the edge of my bed.
i didn't say a word, I only glanced up to him to see he had guilt written all over.

"We need to talk" he said.
"About?" I asked.

"Look Rose things are complicated and you need to understand the situations"
"WHAT?! That you're abandoning me....just like mom?!" I nearly shouted and rushed out the door.

"It's not like that! Things have become chaotic and I can't have you around th-"
I cut him off..."The new family?" I said emotionless.

"What are you talking about?!" He said trying to act surprised.
"Don't fucking act stupid, I HEARD EVERYTHING LAST NIGHT!!" This time letting the shouts escape my mouth.

He didn't say a word, he looked at me and I looked at him.
He reached for my hand when I pulled away quickly,rushing towards my bedroom.

"Rosemarie! Come down here!" He shouted.
I didn't bother to look back, I didn't want too.

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-Next Day-

I looked out the window that faced the backyard, I'll miss it here in San Francisco.
History really does repeat itself.

The strap of my bag clinched on my shoulder, as I stood in my bedroom ones last time.
Black skinny jeans, my Amity Affliction crew neck, and my black beanie.
I left my piano behind, as I couldn't take it with me, only my guitar.

There was a rhythm filled knock on the door.
"Rosemarie, it's Mike" my older brothers words being rather soft and normal.

i closed my eyes tightly,taking in all the memories I made in this room.
"Come in" I said loud enough, not taking my eyes off the view of the backyard.

The doorknob twisted and the door swung open.
Slightly loud footsteps walk in.
I turned around to face my extremely tall brother.

"Hey" he said awkwardly, going in for a hug,
"Hey you" I said trying to not be awkward.

"Red hair?" He asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
"Seasonal" I shrugged and laughed a bit.

I picked up my guitar case and I walked out, taking one last look to my aqua room.

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