*Rose's POV*
»ROSE! ROSE ARE YOU OKAY?«
I slowly open my eyes and get blinded by the light.. my throat is so sore and so dry..
Mom puts her hand on my forehead and I wince.. I close my eyes again and groan. »Noo.. don't touch me..« I let my head fall to the side and open my eyes again..
I see how she's on her knees cleaning up what I got out off my stomach yesterday.. I think it was yesterday.. I guess I passed out..
My head is aching and so is my stomach..
»Rose did you drink? Why are you laying here in.. in lingerie?« she asks almost freaking out. Wow she actually cares. Or she's just curious.. I try to sit up and it take a lot of energy.. I groan again..
»What happened last night why are you here?« he asks putting her hands on her knees. »And the alcohol..« habe shakes her head and I hold onto mine. »Too.. many questions.. at once.« I say and hold onto the kitchen counter to get up..
I yawn and feel it coming up again. She stand up as well but I already start running.. »YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME!« I hear her screaming after me.
I close the bathroom door and vomit again. What is wrong with me? I guess I'm sick. Well I don't feel good and I wouldn't be surprised if I would be sick.
I
feel so cold.. and I need to get out off this so I rush back to my room and hope that Sophie isn't there.. I guess mom brought her to school.. that explains why she's up so early. I take a quick showers and get into some comfortable clothes that don't make me feel like shit even more..
Then I just lay down in my bed.. I'm not planning on doing anything.. I'll just lay here.. maybe sleep a little bit and try to forget..
Well I already forgot about the most things.. like Elijah and Daisy.. I didn't think about them during these days and I actually don't even care anymore. Obviously Elijah wasn't the right one and I'm glad that he did that because only so I could realize that Grayson is be the one who I want..
Anyway.. I don't want to overthink again.. all I can think about now are several ways to kill Myself.. I'm actually planning it..
I'm too tired and too broken to fix this somehow. I don't want to fight anymore. I just don't want to. It could be so easy.. I mean I could just jump out the window or I could stab myself or steal Grayson's gun and shoot myself..
I could also drown myself or just cut my veins open. It's so easy. Hah. I close my eyes and dream about something that I don't want.
*Grayson's POV*
I didn't sleep.. I think I'm awake for two days now. I'm not sure. Did I even sleep?
Well I don't care.
I have this crazy idea that I've been thinking about for a while and now I need to do it or I'm going to freak out. I stand up to wash my face and grab my phone. I call carter. He's always down for some crazy shit.
He must be sleeping I think.. I'm going to skip school today. He should do that too because I need him. When he answers his voice sounds really sleepy and rough.
»What do you bastard want?« he asks. I laugh. If I can't sleep then he shouldn't sleep either. I feel my brain tingling.
»Dude I have this crazy idea!« I say totally excited. »Oh no..« I can't help but laugh. »Oh yes.. are you down for a race?« I Ask and bite my lip.. I can already feel the adrenaline.. »A race..?« now he sounds serious..
I walk downstairs and see how dad is cooking. I guess he's making pancakes.. again.. like every time when he feels guilty.
Catherine is sitting in front of the tv reading a magazine for pregnant woman about how they're going to lose their weight after the birth..
