Rockstar Ghost PG-13 Version

Track 1: I Wanna Be Sedated

Track 1:

 I Wanna Be Sedated

 My life is cursed.” Rosalie Galloway muttered softly to herself as she tried to pull her tattered jacket closer around her body. The zipper was screwed up and she couldn’t even close it properly. It was freezing on the bus that she was taking to Good Samaritan Hospital. She looked out the window and saw the Autumn-colored orange, yellow, and red leaves on the trees flash by, but it was hard to enjoy the sight when she was freezing her butt off.

 She kept her head lowered and peered at the other people that were riding the bus with her through her bangs in a hesitant manner. Rosalie had social anxiety. Crowds of people she didn’t know terrified her, and even though she had studied the psychology behind her condition she was still unable to overcome it. She had also tried reading several Self Help books on the subject, but nothing seemed to work.

 Rosalie was envious of the people who were riding the bus with her. Not only did they appear to have nicer jackets than hers, but also appeared to have jobs. She could tell that they were all on their way to work because they were smartly dressed and with suitcases in their hands. Rosalie hoped to be like them soon - employed.

 Unfortunately the chances of Rosalie getting a job were pretty slim. She was already on her fifteenth job interview. She just hoped that during this one she wouldn’t throw up from nerves. Rosalie had miraculously managed to get a college degree from Biola University where she had been participating in their nursing program. After that she applied to the state and got her nurse’s license. Now came the tricky part of getting hired as a nurse by a hospital.

 She’d applied to several hospitals already and they had seemed pretty interested in Rosalie - that is until they met the gloomy girl in person. Rosalie turned to stare at her homely reflection in the bus window. She had managed to tame her wild, curly, black hair into a tight ponytail as best she could. Rosalie had her round, nerdy glasses on her face and was wearing her usual ‘job hunting outfit’ which consisted of a plain, white blouse, black jacket, knee length skirt, and a pair of scuffed, low-heeled, black leather shoes.

 She supposed she might be able to look a little more presentable if she got some contact lenses, but there was a very good reason why Rosalie chose to wear glasses. Just thinking about it made Rosalie push her glasses further up her nose. From as far back as Rosalie could remember…she had the ability to see ghosts. This had been extremely hard to deal with growing up, but in middle school she discovered that the simple action of wearing a pair of glasses somehow enabled her to block out the sight of ghosts. As long as she didn’t make eye contact with any ghosts they usually left her alone, so wearing glasses became her first real defense against them.

 Rosalie let out a disappointed sigh before finally shrugging. She just hoped she looked presentable. The bus conveniently stopped only a few blocks away from Good Samaritan Hospital. Rosalie got off the bus and walked the rest of the way to the hospital with dragging steps. The hospital would be filled with ghosts. She dreaded going there but she had no choice. Her dream was to become a nurse, so she’d just have to deal with it. She adjusted her glasses higher up on her nose with one hand. She hoped she wouldn’t be able to see any of them. She shuddered, a chill crawling up her spine. Why me?

 She was familiar with the bus route and the hospital because her father Edgar Galloway was a live-in patient there. Just before Rosalie entered high school, Edgar had been diagnosed with cancer by their family doctor, Dr. Cole. This was one of the main reasons why Rosalie had decided to become a nurse. She wanted to help take care of her father and earn enough money to provide him with better medications and chemotherapy treatments. Thus, being a nurse had become her dream.