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Chapter 7 The Video

-After Dinner, Wendy's POV-

I decided to get some cleaning in the garage done. So, I went upstairs to grab a sweatshirt because the garage can get pretty cold. When I got to my room, I saw my diary was open on my bed! "What the hell?" I asked out loud, grabbing my sweatshirt off the desk, only to see it had been rifled through too. "Oh, Rose, you are going to die!" I gritted through my teeth as I hid my diary and ran downstairs.

When I got out to the garage, I felt like crying because there was so much work to do. I flipped the light switch and walked over to the closest pile of boxes and pulled one down to begin cleaning. In that box, everything got thrown away, as did the next couple of boxes. Finally, I got to something interesting.

After sitting in front of one of the boxes and opening it, I realized there were several blank videos. After setting them aside, I sorted through that box, dragged all the trash to the curb and sighed. There.

I accidentally kicked one of the tapes on my way back to the house, and after collecting them; I decided to watch them in my room. After kissing my parents, changing, and taking care of all the things I usually do before bed, I popped the first video in and sat to watch them.

The first proved boring, just Rose and all her 'firsts'. First bath, first steps, first blah blah blah… I ejected the tape, marked it and popped the second in.

It was all me and Catalina. Our first piano recital, which we sucked at compared to everyone else, (thank God we quit) and our first dance recital, blah… Quite boring after awhile, so I just ejected it, labeled and tossed aside.

Then I started the third tape. As soon as I figured out what the hell it was, I felt like screaming. I picked up my pillow and threw it across the room. Much to my dissatisfaction, it didn't make any noise. I wanted noise. Breaking things. I wanted it to fill the void that was slowly forming inside me. I needed something, anything to make it stop.

This was something they should have told me. How dare they keep it from me, this was something I deserved to know. Something Catalina deserved to know. The hurt feelings bubbled up again, and I collapsed onto the sheets, crying.

Flashback Miranda's Diary

I'm drunk. That has to be it. No, I'm crazy. That's the only explanation for what I just did…