Growing Up

His cheeks were covered in deep scratches flooded with his crimson blood. They were like no other; too perfect to be accidental. I look down to his left arm. The same markings present. The smell of iron fills my senses. It's all my fault. My eyes well up with salty tears, ready for my tongue to taste as they all down from my already swollen eyes.
'I did this.' It only comes out as a whisper as I stare blankly at the ground.
'Rosie, my knife. My choice. It's not your fault.' Alex speaks but I can't hear him. His words are drowned out by my own subconscious thoughts.
'I did this,' I say again. 'This is all my fault'. My voice unrecognisable. I run. I run as fast as I can.
I run through the doors without greeting my family as I dash through to my room. 'This is all my fault'. I look up trying to hold back my tears, I see my photo frame on the wall. Has it been that long? Months, maybe even years. But I need to release my anger. I can't let anyone know. I pick up the frame, and drop it onto the hardwood floor. I hope nobody can hear. I pick up the sharpest piece I can find. Not enough to die, but enough to stop the suffering.

Rose Parker has always had difficulty doing two things:
1. Saying 'No' and
2. Growing Up.
Once an everlasting and loving child, changed by a single day when her innocence was taken forever. She was forced to grow up. But life cannot be that simple without some (un)healthy pubescent teenage drama. All Rose wants is to be accepted, and not taken advantage of, but has she surrounded herself by the right people?