~We're all desperate to be understood, we forget to be understanding.~
A small town teen living in Pennsylvania, also known as Rosalie O'Adrian, is having some problems. "What are they?" You ask, they are the basic problems all teenagers deal with...
This is the new book of this series so I hope you enjoy every bit of it!
I definitely enjoy writing this series and I hope you like reading it!
Just a little heads up here, this chapter may seem boring 😞 but it is only an introduction of the book.
So obviously it's going to be boring. But don't fear! The next chapter will be more in depth and action filled!
I'm also very nervous for this chapter, soooooo please comment on how you felt about it! Please!!!!!!
Most chapters will be around 2500 words, maybe more maybe less.
This part is now edited! :)
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~Mackawesome0908
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Rosalie's P.O.V.
So many thoughts, running through my mind.
Just breathe Rose.
My lungs were on fire, my throat burning. Hot tears were rolling down my cheeks while I sobbed in pain.
I wish these anxiety attacks would stop.
"Oh, honey," Dad said as he rushed over beside me. I continued wheezing as he put his arms around me, squeezing.
"Just relax, baby breathe."
This was my third anxiety attack today, it seemed like they were getting worse as I got older. I finally calmed down and Dad pulled back, to look at me.
"What are we gonna do." He said sighing.
"We can't do anything," I said sobbing. "They won't stop."
"I wish Spencer was here." I heard him whisper to himself.
I breathed in, and said, "It's my fault she died."
"What?"
"It's my fault Mom died."
"Honey." He said. "Don't say that."
"No! I can't just think everything is okay, I can't live my life thinking I was the reason for my Mom's death."
"That's too bad Rose!" He yelled at me.
Oh, not again, please.
The tears were streaming down my face. I just kept crying and crying, even if I wanted to stop. That was another thing in my life. I get emotional, very easily. Yes, girl's get like that all the time, but I'm way worse than the original teenage girl. It just happens, whenever and wherever.
