A/N Okay not very many reviews guys…come on now ): I hope it isn't too confusing and im sorry for not updating very often. I promise I will at least twice a week. But only if you review!

3.

I slept for what seemed like days, but had only been hours. I woke up with a pounding head ache and a seriously upset stomach. It gurgled for a minute, and then I was up and running to the bath room. I heaved into the toilet for a while before rocking on my heels and standing up. I washed my face and brushed my teeth before I climbed back into bed. The room started spinning and I felt like was going to fall. I rolled over and shut my eyes tight, and curled into a ball.

I finally woke up for good, at around 12:30 the next day. I rolled out of bed and walked into the bath room. My head ache was gone, but my stomach was still queasy. I looked into the mirror and nearly had a heart attack. My hair was like a hay stack, all up and tangley. I quickly turned on my shower and got in. I washed my hay stack, and my body, and shaved. Then I got out and went to my closet. I chose a purple tank top with a black vest to go over, then a pair of black shorts and black converse. Then I went to start on my make-up and hair.

I did purple smokey eyes, and dark eyeliner. My blonde hair I curled into nice ringlets, and added purple hair extensions. Once everything was perfect and I decided I looked okay, I shut off the lights and headed down stairs. As I entered the kitchen I saw a note next to the coffee pot.

"Be back soon Rose. There is breakfast in the fridge. I love you – Aunt Esme"

I walked to the fridge and opened it and sure enough there was sausage, bacon, eggs, cinnamon rolls, pancakes, and blueberry muffins. I got a big helping of everything and a large glass of orange juice and sat down to eat. I was shoveling food into my mouth when I heard my phone go off. I dashed up stairs and reached it just in time.

"Hello?"

"Babe?"

"Em! Oh my god! I miss you so much, how are you?" I replied.

"I'm fine, I've been home since 6 last night, I called you…but you didn't answer."

Last night…The memories came flooding back and suddenly I was too frightened to speak.

"i…was listening to music I'm sorry." I lied.

"mmm, are you okay baby?"

"Yes." I replied, too quickly.

"I don't believe you. Do I need to come back? I will."

"No, No I just miss you that's all, and mum and dad. I'll be okay." I told him looking my pale wrist. I had an idea and I was going to go with it.

"Okay baby, well I have to go, I love you and I will call you later okay."

"Okay, I love you too. Bye baby." Then I hung up. I sat there and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Then I got up, and got my laptop and signed onto facebook. I liked a couple of Bella's pictures, and commented on Angela's relationship change. Then I logged off and got off my bed, and headed down stairs. I walked into the kitchen and made my self some chocolate milk.

"Rosalie." Mom called, walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"What happened last night?" She said removing her glasses and sitting down at the table. I looked into the sink and took a deep breath.

" I went to the store to get a pack of smokes and I had been drinking, so I was really wasted and this guy tried to pick me up, and…do stuff so I beat him up and drove home as fast as possible."

"Rosalie! You were driving under the influence!"

"I needed smokes!"

"I'm very disappointed in you." She said before getting up and leave. I rolled my eyes and went back into my room. I opened up my computer and saw Emmett on Skype.

"Hi babe." He said.

"Hi." I replied quietly, playing with some dirt on my keyboard.

"Whats wrong baby?"

"i…got really drunk last night and drove to the store to get some smokes, then this guy…he tried to pick me up and rape me…but I got away and I feel dirty and grimy and sick, and I just wish I died with them."

Suddenly I heard a click and the dial tone.

"DICK!" I yelled and threw my phone across the room. I laid on my bed and cried even more. When I sat up and looked at the moon I lost myself into my thoughts.

(italics are her thoughts)

Why couldn't I have died along with my parents? Why did I have to be the oldest on and deal with all of this? Why couldn't I have just stayed in that coma? I bet Emmett's having a blast, finishing college with all of our old friends. I bet he's found someone so much better than me…Fuck I hate my blond hair. Its like taunting me with memories of what it was like to be happy. I'm going to dye it…Black. Yeah. No more pink, pink makes me sick…its all about the black yeah. Maybe ill do something daring…get my lip pierced or…or my eyebrow or something. I better make a shopping list

Hair Dye –Black

Eyeliner- Black

Eyeshadow-Black

Gages- black

Hottopic clothes.

Piercing shop

Tattoo…

A/N Okay guys im so sorry its taken so long for me to update and I know you like it ive just been super busy with 4-h stuff and dealing with some serious drama with friends. I'm going to try and update EVERY WEEK at some point but if that doesn't happen im sorry…I have no idea where im going with this kinda just pulling stuff outta my butt. Anyway….REVIE WS MAKE ME HAPPY = FASTER UPDATE = HAPPY FANS so please review.