I went to my room and listened to Bach on my Ipod. I don't really like rock or modern. I don't know why so please don't ask. Okay, so you're maybe wondering that I'm a bitch because of how I acted in Chapter 2 but believe me, I'm not.
I sat on my desk and read a few books from Charles Dicken's A Tale of Two Cities. When I read the first few pages, I felt my eyes droop so I decided to check the time to see if it was my bedtime and to find that it's already 8:30 p.m. I decided to call it a night.
Call me dull but that's how I grew up. I sleep early and wake up early, and have you ever heard of the quote, "Old habits die hard?" well if you haven't then I'm a living proof. I grew up to be my dad's little princess after the accident about... well... I don't want to say it but you people have to know.
When I was young, my family was involved in a car crash. I had a twin sister and well, I couldn't remember her name and everytime I ask my dad, he just brushes it off. So eventually I stopped asking and just lived my life. Now, back to the story.
As far as I remembered, we were in that car and that it was a rainy night. There was lightning and rumbling in the sky and I was afraid of it and I remembered my twin sister saying,
"It's alright, Rosie. It's just a thunder. It'll go away soon, you'll see."
I couldn't see her face because me head was on her chest and I remembered that I was covered in a blanket. I remembered my mom saying that my sister was fine and that I should sleep. My mom spoke softly and she was humming my favorite lullaby. It was so sweet and then my eyes felt droopy so I went to take a nap. Then suddenly, I felt the car swerve and a crash.
A crash that made me sat up straight and hit my head on the side of the car. The crash that made me forget about the face of my twin and my mother. The crash that made me forget how to feel happy. The crash that took away what was dear to me. And the crash that made me fear blood.
