Losing Control

Chapter 1

"Get up Rose. You are going to be late for school."

I slowly open my eyes to see my mother standing above me with an agitated look on her face. She has dark bags under her eyes from the many sleepless nights that are filled with the arguing of her and her mate, Darron.

Before I can utter a word, she is rushing out the door, slamming it behind her. Sighing, I get up and head to the bathroom where I just stand staring at my reflection. Nothing special. Boring black hair that is neither curly nor straight, dark green eyes, and a pale complexion. But that's not where it ends. My lips are too thin, nose too small, and ears to high. These are just some of my many faults that are pointed out to me each day.

Of coarse I forgot to mention my body. "Ha!" I think to myself, "What body?". I am flat every where, no curves, nothing. I stand at 5'5" but only weigh 70 pounds. Probably from my family "forgetting" to call me for dinner and from the times I'd rather wallow in my self pity then eat a hamburger.

"You have five minutes before I'm leaving you hear," I hear my older sister, Carly, scream from downstairs. As quickly as I can can I perform the bathroom necessities before pulling on simple jeans and a hoody two sizes too big. Looking at myself in the mirror one more time, I head downstairs.

Reaching the last step, I turn my head back and forth observing the kitchen. My mother is making some toast while Darron is sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and talking to God knows who on the phone. My twenty two year old brother, Kyle, leans against the counter eating a bowl of cereal and looking into space with a blank look on his face. Finally my eyes land on my younger sister Daisy who is three years old. She sits at the table next to Darren and bobs her head back and forth to a tune in her head while trying to stay in the lines with her purple crayon.

Walking past, nobody bothers to look my way, except for Darren who gives me a glare that could kill. I ignore, used to the dirty look. It's not his fault. It's not my fault either. He hates me because I'm not his real daughter. Everyone knows it. My mom couldn't keep it to herself and ended up with me, the accident that was never meant to be.

There still together though. They couldn't help it, the mate bond was too strong. It became worse after Daisy was born. Too much stress I guess.

Walking to the front window I look out and see absolutely nothing. That's a problem since Carly was supposed to drive me to school. It's not the first time it has happened and it definitely won't be last. She hates me, the mistake. It's my fault her family was ruined.

I open the door and look out at the leaves falling from the trees. The oranges, reds, and browns are so beautiful I wish I had a camera to catch the moment.

Before closing the door I look behind me one more time to see a small conversation start to form among the three adults. Nobody notices me. Nobody cares to wish me a good morning or nice day at school. "What did I expect though?" It's been the same since I was first carried across the threshold.

Giving no more thought, I close the door behind me. Blocking everything around me out, I cross my arms and start the four mile journey to school. Looking at my watch, I realize I only have thirty minutes until class begins.

Pulling the hood of my hoody up and stare at the ground as a start walking at a less than leisurely pace. The whole time I could only think of one thing.

They didn't even say Happy Birthday.

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Okay.

First chapter, I would really appreciate if you could vote or comment telling me if I should continue.