Rosie pov//
It felt weird.
Having a boyfriend.
Especially when that boyfriend is Marcus.
It was saturday morning.
I was laying in bed on my phone.
I was waiting for Marcus to text me.
I know I shouldn't wait around but I couldn't help it.
Every time my phone lit up my heart skipped a beat.
I wanted him to text me.
I was up the whole night.
Thinking about that kiss.
It was amazing.
I felt butterflies from it.
He is a really good kisser.
It was early.
Around 9 am to be exact.
He was probably sleeping.
Maybe I should just wait for him.
I locked my phone.
I laid in bed and wrapped myself in the blankets.
Moving my wrist around really hurt.
I'm going to try and be better.
I'm gonna try and stop.
It's just so damn hard.
But now that I have Marcus maybe I will stop.
He will keep me happy hopefully.
Marcus.
Marcus.
Marcus.
He is all I can think about.
I wonder if Martinus knows?
Who knows?
I didn't tell anyone.
I don't have anyone to tell.
They are my only friends.
My family doesn't give a shit.
They hate me.
It's just obvious.
They don't even talk to me.
It's like I don't exist.
Maybe it's for the best.
No Rosie you can't think those thoughts.
You have to put it out of your mind.
Out of your heart for now.
For now.
I could feel my eyes getting heavy.
I was slowly drifting off to sleep.
Away from my thoughts.
•••
I heard shuffling.
How long was I sleeping for?
Someone was in my room.
I didn't open my eyes.
Was it my parents maybe?
The bed was moving around.
Someone was here.
I was ready to attack.
