Today is the beginning of the end of my life... But to tell that I have to revert back one month. It was November 2014 and I just got home from school. I was in my room listening to music, then I just had a bad feeling come over my head. It was just out of nowhere. But being a teenager and worrying about other things I just brushed it off. Then just 10 minutes later my mom walked in and said "Jack... I just got a call from the hospital... Your girlfriend Rosemary is in the emergency room." Looking at her in disbelief I dropped my iPod and ran to the door. My mom and I drove to the hospital. I was in a panic asking "what happened, is she okay?" From the look on my mother's face I could tell it was not good. When we arrived at the hospital I ran in to find Rosemary's parents crying. I asked what happened. After a long pause her dad said that she stayed home from school after they left work. Only to come home to find her in her bedroom with a empty pill bottle in her hand. They immediately called 911 and they rushed her over to the hospital. 15 minutes later the doctor came and said that Rosemary had died. After hearing this news I just broke down. Everything in my life had just been destroyed. As I slowly raised my head from my hands I caught a glimpse of a girl with a black shirt, a dark purple skirt, black and pink stripped socks and green/blue hair round a corner. I then thought to myself "Rose?"
