(A/N) New Story. This time it's all about Rosetta. This is going to be the final story of these series.

Rosetta's POV

I watched as they pulled my Granny away from me. A tear silently fell from my face. I had no where to go now. I was alone.

Vision:
"Daddy?" asked the small boy.
"What," The man asked.

"Where's mommy?"
"Gone,"
"Will she be back?"
"No!"
"Why not?"
The man looked at me with anger and fury in his eyes. "Because of her."
The small boy turned and looked at me, giving me the same look.

End of Vision.

After I was born, my dad couldn't look at me and refused to care for me so my grandparents stepped in. But one by one, they left my life. Today was today my final granny died, my dad's mum.

I was going to move in with my aunt Becky but she couldn't as she had no room with er own family and I didn't want to take over.

So there was only one place I could turn to.

The horn beeped and I went in the car which was infected by an awkward silence, very serious and spreads quick. The only cure, to talk, but that could all go wrong.

Rory sat in front of me, beside Dad, he was driving. I could see them both, giving me scorn looks through the mirror.

Yep, I was going home.

I hadn't seen my dad or brother but knew who they were and what they looked like.

I took my suitcase out of the car as I stepped into my knew home. They didn't say anything. Rory went straight to his room, slamming the door while dad went to the living room. Without a word, I was off.
I didn't know where my room was so I had to guess.

I could tell what one was Rory's as it was locked and he shouted to go away. I found the bathroom and dad's room. There were two more room left.

I tried the first one.

I opened it and looked in. It was an art studio. The pictures in it were beautiful from a starry sky to snow and pictures of dad with a small girl in his arms.

It looked exactly like me! I got up closer to look at the picture. I was about to say holy because it was like me but stopped when I saw the difference. The girl had brown eyes.

"Mom!" I gasped.

Suddenly I felt an arm grab hold of my shoulders and turn me around to look in the angry eyes of Rory.

"What are you doing in here?" He growled.

I started to shake.
"I...I um...I!"
"WELL?"
"I was looking for my room."
"Get out of here!" Rory whispered.
I started to move slowly before turning to him at the door.
"GET OUT!" He yelled.
I jumped and grabbed my suitcase and ran into the next room.

It was mine I could tell.

It had damaged wardrobes, drawers and beds with a cracked mirror.
I sat on the mattress. It was hard and lumpy.

So, this was my new home...great!