Rosalina's POV
Thoughts are italicized.
I laid in the stuffy, hard bed frowned. I kept having to adjust myself every 5 seconds. I sighed in annoyment then spotted the remote on the counter next to me.
Finally, some entertainment. I am saved! Wait, they probably only have stupid boring talk shows. Whatever.
CLICK. The TV turned on with a loud hum, and I winced, hoping not to wake the sleeping patient next to me. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the bright moving colors, but when they did, I found that the tv was changed to the music news channel.
Great, more reminders of Nat. Like my life isn't suckish enough already.
I listened to the Bald freakish man on the TV who's name i can't remember.
"More updates on the Naked Brother's Band Rosalina's condition. She was reported to have woken up Yesterday, And she is stable currently. But the real important news is we have a report from an eyewitness saying she quit the band right before the incident! Even better, we have a video from the eyewitness's camera phone!"
I remembered the incident like it was yesterday, because even though it was a week ago to everybody else, it was yesterday to me.
We were practicing recording our song, Through the Rain, when I accidentally struck the wrong chord on my guitar again. Nat stopped everybody and turned to me, fuming. "Why can't you just get that note right?!" He yelled, breathing heavily.
I took a step back. "Sorry, it was an accident..." I said, holding my hands up. He was mad, I mean really mad, so no one dared stepping up to defend me.
"Really, 'cause that's the third time you've done it!" He sounded furious now, which made me mad to think he would yell at me for something like that. "Well, maybe i just need some more practice? We've been recording for 3 hours, Maybe I need a break. Did you ever think It's stupid to yell at someone for something as stupid as that?!" I yelled back.
He looked surprised. "Well, Maybe if you stopped being stupid and started thinking for once in your freaking life, I wouldn't HAVE to yell at you for something like that!" He screamed, His hot breath brushing my face. He stepped back suddenly, His apology showing on his face. "Rosalina, I-" But i cut him off.
"That's it. I don't need an aoplogy from you. I am sosick and tired of getting pushed around by you, getting told what to do like i'm incompetent or stupid or something, but I guess I am stupid. And why would you want a stupid person in your band?" I said sarcastically, wanting to take the words back, but also at the same time wanting to choke him with them.
"Rosalina, I didn't mean it like that. I was-"
But once again my anger got the best of me. "No, Nat Wolfe, I never want to speak to you again! I QUIT THIS STUPID BAND AND HOPE I NEVER SEE YOUR FACE EVER AGAIN!!" I screamed in his face, then turned and started walking away, Nat closely following me.
I grabbed the door, pulling it open and hearing it slam behind me. I walked out into the street to cross it, but turned and stopped when Nat screamed over the loud rush of cars, "FINE! I HATE YOU, ROSALINA!"
I smiled. "Nice to know the feelings are mutual." I said, then his face turned into an expression of horror and i got very confused. "Rosalina look out!" he yelled and was pointing beside me. I looked over, confused, and the last thing I saw was the grill of a mustang before everything went black.
"Wow, that video is really bad quality." A familiar voice said. "Their phone must suck." I turned around and stared into the face of someone I hoped I would never have to face again.
Special thanks to the two peole that reveiw d (you know who you are)! Hope you like this chapter and if i get at least one reveiw i will update.
Love, Skye