I wake to my alarm screaming at me. I navigate my arm around my nightstand and finally turn my alarm off. I let out a groan. I stand up from my bed and saunter downstairs.
Much to my dismay, my father is up.
"Morning, father," I sigh.
"Morning, Rose," he grumbles.
I look at him and can tell he has a hangover. He is resting his head on his arm.
I walk to the cabinet and snatch the Cheerios from it. I remove a bowl from the cabinet next to it, and the milk from the fridge. I practically slam the bowl of cereal on the table. I walk to the coffee maker and remove the coffee from the cabinet above it. I prepare the coffee and watch the precious liquid run into the cup.
"Rose, do you think you could get me a cup?"
I growl and respond with, "After what happened last night? No."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I told you about how you hit on me when you're drunk! And when I told you what you said! All you fucking did was say how cheesy the pickup line is!"
"W-what?!"
"You fucking heard me!"
"I am so sorry. I was so drunk last night and I had no clue what I was doing, and I would never do that when I'm sober."
"He, that's like saying when you're drunk nowadays!"
"Rose, I swear to god, I am so sorry."
"Yes, yes, I fucking get that! That doesn't magically make you sober!"
"Rose, I will try to sober up. I swear to god."
"Swear to me!" I screamed.
"What?"
"You always say you swear to god. Swear to me for once! Please!"
"Alright then. I swear to you."
"Thank you."
I sit down and take a sip of my coffee. I eat my cereal hastily.
Once I am finished, I dash upstairs, pick random clothing to put on, and put on a little makeup.
I run as fast as possible to the car. I sit there for God knows how long sobbing. I finally pull myself together and start the car. I remove Living Things from its case and shove it into the player. I pull out of the drive way.
I drive until I'm almost there and Chester begins to sing the lyrics to a certain song.
You hid your skeletons when I had shown you mine.
I immediately pull over and begin to cry.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
After about ten minutes, I recompose myself. I pull out my phone, look at my reflection in the screen, and see my mascara is running.
"Fuck. Everyone including him is going to see. Everyone including him is going to ask."
I try to rub it off, but only make it darker. I shake my head and continue driving.
I pull up to the asylum and exit the black car. I brush my hair out of my face, and straighten the jacket I put on.
I enter the large building and take a deep breath.
"Hey Rosie?" Rachel asks startling me.
"What?" I mumble.
"Are you okay?"
"Gee, what do you think, Rache?"
"First of all, don't call me Rache. Second of all, don't be so mean. What's wrong?"
"Family issues."
"Wanna talk about them?"
"I'm sorry, but seem to remember you being a DA and not a psychologist."
"Fine! If you want a psychologist, why don't you talk to your boyfriend, Crane?"
"He's not my boyfriend! I do think he's good looking, but I know nothing about him!"
"Exactly! You both are so secretive! You two would be perfect for each other!"
"I don't date guys I don't know about."
She turns on heel and walks away. She stops to talk to someone.
I freeze in fear when I see who it is.
"No. Rache. Stop. Please. "
She looks at me and I begin making wild gestures with my hands.
She just giggles and walks away.
He walks away too, but toward me. I turn to walk away, but stop. When I hear his voice behind me.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I respond.
"Miss Surgess, she already told me. What 'family issues' are you having?"
"First of all; call me Rose. Second of all; give Rachel this message for meā¦"
I flip him off with both hands.
"Third of all, my family issues are none of your business."
I turn on heal and walk toward the direction of my office.
I reach it and sigh when I realize he followed me.
"I'll make you deal. You tell me what's wrong. I'll tell you about me. Fair enough? "
"Fine. My father got really drunk last night."
"Really? That's it?"
"A lot of times, when he's drunk, he hits on me. I told him last night and all he did was tell me how cheesy the pickup line was!"
"Oh."
"Are you going to tell me or not?"
"Oh! Right. When I was younger, I was bullied. I was teased, taunted, and hit. My mother and father abandoned me and left me with my religious grandmotherā¦"
For a moment, all I could hear was his voice.
I jump when the chorus of Papercut sounds from my purse. I pull it out and remember.
"Damned it! I have an appointment with a patient. It was nice finally getting to know you."
