Take a chance on life

Before going to the hotel

Rosaleen's pov:

They just don't understand how I'm feeling. They do everything for my twin brothers. Who you are they you ask, my parents. I've been trying to tell my mom that I need help, that I'm suffering. For the past few weeks I haven't been feeling like myself, everyday I feel like I'm dying inside slowly and painfully. I'm often feeling alone and unwanted by those around me. Jospeh my brother is always playing soccer and doesn't have time for me. Sergio my other brother is so wrapped up in music and his girlfriend that he won't give me the time of day. My sister Sabrina is out of the house now and I barely see her, and she never picks up the phone. Last but not least, my mom and dad, they don't ever understand me and ever since Sergio made it on Boy BAND, he's all they care about. I've locked myself in my room today because I can't take it anymore. I search everywhere for my escape. I pull out this tiny jewelry box that my grandmother gave me while she was visting from Mexico last Christmas. The jewlery box is a blue squared shaped box that requires a key to open it. I go over to my vanity and grab the key that's handing on the pole that holds my mirror in place. I carefully insert the key in the box and turn it softly. The thing about this jewelry box is that it doesn't hold my jewelry, but instead hold my beautiful razor inside. I go into my bathroom which is connected to my room, and close the door. I stand over the sink with my razor held between my thumb and my index finger. I slide the sharp blade across my skin slowly one after another. I cut up to 6 cuts on my left arm while tears just rush down my face, as I'm breathing heavily trying to keep myself quite so my dad and Jospeh don't hear me. My mother and Sergio aren't home because they are in Burbank already, so I don't have to worry about them coming in. Blood trickles down my wrist and drips into the sink. I drop my razor and stop the blood from my bleeding wrist. I grab a towel and dry my arm, then grabs the hydrogen peroxide and dabs it on the cuts gently, so I don'tget infected. I want to scream out in pain but I can't. After the bubbling stops I rinse my wrist and bandages it up. I clean up the bathroom and puts my razor back in the jewelry box and locks it up. I heard a knock on my door , and I run quickly hiding the box and throwing on my gray sweater. I walk over to my door and unlocks it, then opens it slightly. "Rosaleen did you finish packing we have a long drive", my father asks. "Almost dad give me two more minutes", I say with a small smile that's hiding my pain. "Okay well hurry up Jospeh and I are already to go and your mother has been calling like crazy", he says walking away from my room and into the living room. The only thing I had to pack was my razor. I tape the key to underneath the box, and quickly throw it into my suitcase. My father called out for me saying it was time to go, so I grabbed my stuff and ran out the door. I'll be in the car for hours so I put my music on shuffle while driving to the hotel, quickly falling asleep they'll wake me up when we get there.