Five Years ago if someone asked me what i wanted to be when i get older I would have said a singer. If you would have came up to me 2 years ago and asked me the exact same question I would have said a cosmetologist. Now that I am all grown up , i'm confused, in love and I'm paranoid. Ask me the question again and I will say , "My names is Rose Nelson and I have no fucking idea".
It was a cool September morning . I rolled out of bed and ran my fingers through my greasy thick hair. Today was just like every other boring old day. I walked over to my stuffed closet and took out three items of clothing. A cute black t-shirt that said "life's too short to sit in class' , a pair of long black skinny jeans with diamonds on the pockets ,and a tight lace up shirt for underneath.
My life the past five years have been anything but ordinary.Five years ago when I was 19 I had severe depression, my life was torn apart with a rough break up and I couldn't stand to look at any body then same way. I lost Friends and trusted no one . My life was a living hell. 5 years later, my life was still hopelessly empty, but at least I'm learning to cope with it .
Normally I would have stood in front of the mirror for hours braiding , straightening , curling or styling my hair , but my alarm clock dismissed itself without my permission this morning so I didn't have time . But i did need to make sure I had enough time to shower. I opened the shower door and turned the tap slowly making sure I didn't burn myself.I threw my clothed on the floor and stepped into the hot shower .
My waist length hair stuck to my wet soapy body. I washed my body and hair quickly and turned the tap off. I felt the mat under neath me start to slip.I let out a quick "Oh shit". Before i fell and hit my head off the edge of the tub. I stood up dizzily and held on to my head in pain. I crawled through the blood, hobbled to my bedroom and fell into bed. The last thing I saw was my ceiling .Then I blacked out.
