Love, Rosie

Prologue

She wasn't going to die by suicide. Rosie had higher standards than that. She wasn't going to become one of those teenage girls lost in the sea of tragic suicides. Hell no. She expected to die at an average age in her sleep. Simple.

Her life was simple. There was no hustle and bustle. She was born Rose Ann Chambers in small little Astoria, Oregon. She had an older brother named Jonathan and two parents. She grew up with a close-knit group of average friends. Astoria was all Rose knew, and in the end, would ever know.

She wasn't going to die by suicide. Rosie knew better than to give in to the status quo. Why would she want to die with the final thought, "I died like most teenager girls do nowadays." It was frustrating figuring out the right way to die, the right way to leave the earth. Dying and leaving behind your children and a couple of grandkids seemed so mediocre though. She wanted to leave a mark, a legacy; something.

But that dream didn't stop the F-150 Ford truck that hit Rosie on the night she turned 18.

It didn't stop the driver from quickly skidding away. It didn't stop the ambulance from whisking her away from the pool of blood engraved in the pavement on the side of the road. It didn't stop the buttons on her shirt popping onto the floor as the doctors quickly ripped it to find her pulse. It didn't stop the coma Rosie fell under. It didn't stop her mother from clutching her hand and whispering strings of prayers while she was comatose, her father yelling at the doctors to do something or her brother pacing the waiting room with bags under his eyes. It didn't stop her parents from removing her off life support after four months. It didn't stop the heart monitor from flat lining after Rosie took her last breath. And it didn't stop the boy with the curly dark brown hair and captivating forest green eyes leaving a final kiss to her temple after the warmth from her cheeks cooled.

Rosie didn't die by suicide. And for that she was grateful.

But what Rosie wasn't grateful for, was the mess she left when everyone read her letters.

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wow okay hi, this is a story idea that just popped up into my head, I don't know if I will continue this but let us see. my name is sam and I really hope this story doesn't suck.

tell me what you think?

Always, Sam x