ROSE

1. Independent

R O S A B E L L A
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Since I was little, I was taught that as much as we want life to stop rolling to take a little break, we can't, it doesn't. We grow up, we lose things, we lose people, we go through a hard time but then we have to move on. Life has to go on. You have to get up and keep walking because the world will not wait for you. There is always going to be a morning after a long night.

It was always so easy for me to think that this whole moving on was possible to do, until I lost my two parents in a massive car accident and had no one else in this world, no one but myself. I was a little lucky to be old enough, nineteen is not so old but that's beside the point, to take care of myself on my own but at the same time, I hated the fact that I had no one anymore. I was alone but I tried not to care.

I tried to run away from my problems and tried to never think about them but it never worked. Pain is an animal, when you turn around and think that it's gone and won't hurt you, it bits you right in the ass. Days run faster than we could manage to realize so I finally knew that I had to face my problems, understand that they will never leave me and decide to throw away each and every thing that wasted my time.

I changed everything in my surrounding. I moved out from New York to Seattle. I chose to buy an apartment with the money my parents left me. An apartment that won't make me feel how lonely I am. A new place, a new apartment with no trace of memories. An apartment that doesn't remind me of anything I tried to push away. I even cut my hair and dyed it brown and change the style of my clothes.

I also tried to change the way I think myself. The sensitivity that I had in me was the reason for my pain so I decided to shut down any feeling or emotion in me. From now on, I took the step to live without getting attached to anyone after my parents.

I applied in the college that was close to my apartment and thankfully, I got accepted. It was my first year of college too. I sighed. Yeah, it was a whole new start and I was so ready to dig in it already.

My first class starts next Monday and I was more stressed than excited. I could feel the adrenaline running through my veins. I pushed the gulp that tried to find its way up my throat and slowly breathed in and out. It is going to be fine. Everything is going to go just like I planned for it to.

I looked at my watch and closed my eyes, trying to kill my anxiety down. I have a work interview in an hour exactly and it was just down the street so I have time to buy coffee. Great.

I grabbed my bag and my phone and slipped my shoes on then left the apartment. I wasn't sure what I wanted to have as a job but working anywhere that will bring me money was just fine for me. I wasn't rich, moreover, I am almost broke. The money my parents left me was just the right amount for me to move and buy an apartment. Seattle is may more expensive than New York too.

"Thank you." I smiled to the girl that handed me my coffee and felt my muscle loosening when the hotness of the coffee traveled from my hands to my whole body. I looked at my watch and saw that I had twenty more minutes so I decided to sit down and drink my coffee in the coffee shop then walk down the street for the interview in this restaurant.

Thinking about a few months ago before my parents' death, I never could have thought that I was going to go from asking my dad for anything and getting it right after to living on my own, searching for a job to have money to eat and living on my own. Life could change in a blink of an eye and that was one of my biggest fears.

Okay, Bella, focus. You only need positive thoughts right now.

I took a deep breathe and shut my eyes for a couple of seconds. I will get this job, I had this feeling since I first saw it when I was lost, looking for the building of my apartment. I walked in this restaurant to take a break from the pouring rain and I just saw myself serving people there. Which is why I applied here first.