Rosie

No Hope

Rosie's POV

Silent.

I look through my favourite book, flicking through the pages carelessly.
I search for my phone and sign - 23 notifications, I look for the ones that actually matter and see one from my so called 'best friend'. "Sup faggot wants to hang out?" I lay my head back down on a pillow. 'Don't they understand that the last thing I was is to hang out with anyone and see people?' I take my vape out and look at my beautiful ceiling drifting off to my own world.

"Rose!!! Dinner is ready, how long am I supposed to call you??!" I sign and get out of the bed slowly stumbling down the stairs, I sit on the chair with my legs crossed and lick my fork. "How was school honey?" My mother asks setting the dinner in front of me. 'Woah now she's acting all nice' "Fine" I answer as always. "You won't say much more will you?" I shake my head and precede to eat, ignoring the other questions she asks me. After the finished dinner I walk back to my room to take my headphones and put my snap back on as well as my converse. "Going somewhere?" I shrug "Walk" "isn't it a bit too late?" She asks as if she actually cares, I just shake my head and slam the door. I walk until I find my usual spot - a beautiful field full of some yellow flowers with a little bench under a tree. Normally this would be turned into some national park but in a small town like ours not many people know about it so I like to just go there and sit enjoying the amazing silence.

You should probably get to know me, I bet you're dying to know my name and see how cool I am, right? So hey, my name is Rosie and I am 17. I am called the "mute" of the family since I don't talk much. I enjoy listening to music and I play ukulele as well as write my own songs. I think that love is overrated but maybe there's someone out there for me. I never really had any butterflies or stuff like that but I don't think about it much. I am 5'5 and have beautiful, long, blonde hair and hazel eyes as well as freckles. I wear adorable glasses and my usual outfit is a flannel with ripped jeans and converse. Most of the time boys are all over me but I don't pay much attention, I like to just do my thing. I sound like a total bitch, don't I? I probably am but who cares? I stopped caring a long time ago. Anyway to continue my amazing get-to-know-me show; I live with my mum, Natasha and my cat, Smol, my dad left when I was 5 and I'm not too keen to go look for him. I know this might all sound like a mess and nothing is really making sense in what I'm trying to say but I  always struggled with words so to understand my story you need to look for the deeper meaning.. like your English teacher always said "The blue curtains are not just blue curtains they mean something more"... my story is complicated but the few who will understand it.. the few who will see beyond the words imprinted on their screen.. the few who will put their hearts and feelings into the story.. they are the ones that will cry throughout and at the end.. Well I hope anyway, not like I want you to cry but .. eh you get it.