I woke up in a strange room. The walls were white and there was a machine beeping next to me
with a tube running to my arm. I'm in the hospital and I have no idea why. A man in a black suit was
standing at the foot of my bed. I looked at him, "Of course my own father can't even come to see his
only daughter in the hospital. He has to send one of his employees" I say rudely. He smiles sadly
knowing that what I say is true, "I'm sorry," he says, "my name is Carl and your father sent me to
stay with you until you leave the hospital" he shifted uncomfortably. I felt sorry for him, "So what
happened to me? Why am I in the hospital?" Carl looked at me funny and walked out to get the
doctor. He came back in with a bald man who introduces himself as Dr. Witzigreuter. He looks at
me somberly and says to me, "You were in a house fire with you mother and brother. The house
burned down and you were the only survivor besides your father who was away on tour. "I stare at
him shocked but he wasn't done talking yet. He pats my shoulder and continued talking, "When
your house burned down a piece of wood hit your back paralyzing the right side of your body. It hit
some nerves and pinched them. You may also not be able to see clearly ether." he says. I reply, "I
can feel my fingers and toes and I can see you fine." "It's a miracle that you can even feel them and
as for your sight. I think you might go temporarily color blind but if you do, your regular vision should
come back." A moment of silence passed, "You thought I wouldn't have been able to walk?" he
nods and hesitantly adds, "You still might not be able too." He then left the room. I stared at the wall
taking all of this in. Carl walked over and sat on the chair next to my bed, "I'm so sorry Rosie" was
all he said as I busted out in tears.
That was eight months ago. I now lived in the new house with my father. I was able to walk quite
well now but it was still hard sometimes. I even had attacks sometimes that locked up the right
side of my body. It turns out I was partially color blind, I couldn't see the color yellow or orange. My
father switched me to a different school. I didn't really care about which school I went too. All I know
is no one will figure out what happened to me if I can help it. I still had nightmares and flashbacks
of the night of the fire. I missed my brother Nathan. We were really close; if people saw us on the
street they thought we were best friends. I also miss my mom, no she wasn't the best mom ever
but, she was my mom. My father walks in my room on the first floor. He is tall, in shape, average
build, blonde hair, oh and he is rich as well as a bastard. As soon as he saw me sleeping he
dragged me out of my bed and threw me on the floor, "Wake up!" he yelled at me. He walked out of
the room then; I flinched when he walked past me. Did I also mention that he abuses me? Well he
does and no one notices it. I quickly get up and shower. As soon as I got out of the shower I
smelled bacon. Apparently we are having bacon for breakfast. I get dress in magenta skinny jeans,
black boots, a black camisole, and a loose white tank top that crosses in the back I slap some
make-up on my face before I straighten my long blonde hair knowing what my father will do if I don't
look my absolutely best for public appearances. He says it's better for press, I think he just enjoys
bossing me around. I walk out of my bathroom and grab my cell phone as well as my school bag
and black jacket. If you couldn't tell I like the color black even though it's technically a shade. I walk
to the kitchen and sit down at the table. I grab a piece of bacon and begin to nibble on it. I wasn't
really hungry but I knew I should eat something. "Don't be late for school and practice afterschool'
my father growled. I often refer to him as asshole, bastard, or John. His real name is Johnny Silver.
Yes my last name is Silver and, yes I know it's weird. "Would I ever go to school or practice late?" I
say sarcastically. I suddenly feel a burning sensation on my face. I look up and see that John's
hand was raised and red. I realized I was just slapped for being sarcastic, "Ungrateful bitch" he
mutters as he stalks off to his study. I touch my cheek and wince some. Sighing I quickly apply
more make-up to make my face look normal, then I go to the garage and get in my Porsche. I start
driving to Long Hollows High School. It's a fancy prep school were snotty judge mental rich kids go
and then the kids who are there on scholar ships are the outcasts.
It was the first day of my junior year and already people are staring at me as step out of my
Porsche. God why are they so damn judge mental and nosy? It is annoying as hell. I walk inside the
school after locking the doors on my Porsche. Everyone stared at me as I walked in. I seriously
can't figure out why until some freshman girls come up to me and asked, "Aren't you Jonathan
Silver's daughter?" I sighed and nodded. They squealed in delight telling me that they are big fans. I
fake a smile and told them that the appreciates their support. This was going to be a long day. I
walk to my fist class which was Chemistry. I sit in the back corner by the window. Luckily today we
just stay in homeroom until noon then school is out. Tomorrow is really when we start school since
today was a half day. I hear the stool next to me scoot back and I look over to see a handsome boy
sitting down. He noticed me looking at him, "Oh hey I'm Mike." He held out his hand and I shook it
saying, "My name is Rosie." He had sandy blonde hair and baby blue eyes. He was about two
inches taller than me, so I'm guessing around 5'5. I could tell that he worked out. "So what are you
thinking about?" he asked looking at me. "Nothing really," I reply. The teacher came in signaling
class was starting, Mike and I turned towards the front of the room. I wasn't really paying attention; I
started getting a throbbing pain in my back. Sighing I knew I was going to have to have a hot bath
later. The day past slowly but surely and then the bell rang signaling school was over. I grab my bag
and put it on my right shoulder wincing some. Mike was watching me, he started to say something
but then didn't. "See ya later," I say walking out the door heading to my car.
I got in my car and started to drive towards my piano studio. That's where I practice. I play
different instruments but I prefer the piano. Sometimes I sing with it and other times I don't. I arrived
at the studio and quickly hurried inside. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I saw that no one
else washere. I would occasionally have a surprised visitor that John sent to critique me. I sat down
at mypiano and started to play. It was two hours later when I finally stopped playing. I look around
thestudio one last time before I leave. It was still deserted. I lock up the studio then drove
homehumming my Numb by Linkin Park.