The Youngest Lynch || R5 Fanfiction

|| Chapter 49 ||

Rosalie's POV.

I woke up and opened my eyes to see that I was alone in my room. The curtains where closed and it was pitch dark.

The door opened and a figure was standing there. My eyes widened and I started screaming, while I hid under my blanket. "Shh, Rosa it's only me, Ross," I heard a familiar voice.

I looked at him and saw that it really was him. I started crying and pushed my face into the pillow. "I HATE MY LIFE! I HATE MYSELF!" I yelled when I continued crying, uncontrollably.

My breath got shorter and soon I felt dizzy. "Rosalie! Listen! Don't ever say that again! We love you all so much and we couldn't stand it if you wouldn't be here so please just calm down," he said while I heard the pain in his voice.

I looked up and saw tears running down his cheeks. Within seconds everyone else was here as well. "Rosalie baby, just calm and take as much time as you need," my Mom said with a worried smile.

"I can't do this anymore," I whispered when I sobbed into my pillow. "it's to much for me," I added, honestly. "what is that supposed to me mean?" Rydel asked crying.

"I want to lose the weight that I'm carrying on my shoulders for so long. It gets more and more by the day. My only friends died! I got kidnapped! Just everything! I love you all so so so much and without you I wouldn't know what to do but I don't want to continue my life like that," I said the last part, quieter.

"Don't say that! Please! We couldn't stand the pain if you wouldn't be here again," Riker said also with tears running down his cheeks.

"Rosa? How about we will get you some help?" My Dad offered the nicest way he could. Maybe this was a good idea. "you could handle everything and it would be easier for you just let someone help you okay?" Dad added.

"Like therapy?" Ryland asked curious. "there is this organization and they have hospitals for people like you and maybe you should go there," Dad said to me.

"For how long?" Ratliff asked, clearly not wanting me to leave. "Weeks, months, I don't know," Dad answered him. "I'll do it, if it makes me happier," I said before my Dad hugged me tightly.

"I'm proud of you," he whispered in my ear. The hug leaded to a group hug and soon Mom & Rydel were packing for me. Dad called the 'hospital' and it wasn't that far away.

"Are you allowed to visit me?" I asked with tears in my eyes. "sure honey, not every day but we will come," Mom answered also with tears in her eyes.

"It'll get better."

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We arrived and went in. I'm gonna stay here for a while and it doesn't look that bad. It's for people with depression and stuff like that.

"It feels like I'm an alien," I confessed when I got handed white clothes. It was kinda like for people who tried to committed suicide. Those people where here as well but in Block 2 while I was in Block 5.

"What will the press think about me? They're gonna say that I'm some crazy girl who hates everything," I said to my family. "they can say what they want. You're here to get help not to be in the news."

"We're leaving for tour soon but we will visit you as much as we can," Rydel said when she hugged me. After I hugged everyone I got lead to my room.

And with that...everything began. Therapy everyday. Talking about problems. Talking about life.

Mom & Dad moved to LA for the months I'm gonna be here so that they could visit. Even my grandparents visited me once. They were all really supportive.

The doctors here talked with me over my friends, their deaths. I didn't had any secrets anymore to my doctor. She was a nice young lady with bunch of good advices.

"How do you feel about Shawn?" She asked me after good three months of living here. "I like him, I really do. I'm just afraid..."

"He probably still likes you because he even showed up here twice before your siblings went on tour with him. He wasn't allowed here since he wasn't a part of the family but he wanted to come to see you so bad," she told me which made me smile.

Ratliff wasn't allowed her either so the first few times he wrote me letters or filmed himself, telling me how much he misses me and stuff like that.

"He did?" I asked her in disbelief. "he did," she said confident. "When do you think I'll be out of here?" I asked my doctor at the end of the therapy for the day.

"Maybe a few weeks. You're on a really good way to be your confident self," she said with a smile. "Thank you," I thanked her with a smile. She smiled back and hugged me.

"See ya tomorrow," she said before she left. I laid in my bed just thinking how much I changed in these past three months. I can handle my friends deaths and also the kidnapping thing.

I never thought it would be that good. I can solve my own problems now and I'm not that fragile anymore. I'm not insecure with myself anymore either.

I'm a strong 15 year old who is happy again. Who can jump over her own shadow and who can do what she things she can.

I'm glad that Dad told me to go here.

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I seriously wrote this chapter in the middle of June! :D

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