Baby Blue

Rosie Baggings never knew why her parents split up, but she had learned to except it and move on with it. However when a new boy comes to her school, she notices her mother tightens the rules and hardly let's her go anywhere anymore. When Rosie throws a Halloween party, and the new boy comes, Rosie's life takes an unexpected turn.


33. Blackout Binge

Rosie's POV:

"I'm so sorry love, I wish I could help you sweetheart", his voice was mellow. I didn't know how to respond to him, it was like he was just a voice in my he'd that wasn't telling me to kill myself.

"It's okay", I looked up at him then at my tea and sipped it.

---Six Months Later---

"Luke just leave me alone!", I screamed at him straining my voice. Luke and I had been fighting for the past few days, but now he wants to pretend like it hasn't happened, and I'm really upset over that.

"Don't be like that Rosanna", his voice was spiteful, and I could almost taste the poison in what he said.

"Do not call me that ever again!" I hissed and slammed the door in his face. Running up to my room I plopped down on my bed and began to cry. Yes, I had gone back to my mothers house, she threatened to call the cops, so I didn't really have a choice. After my father died, I kind of slipped into a depression, and when Luke discovered this, he became outraged that I didn't tell him sooner, which made me more depressed. I started drinking and self harming, I was destroying myself slowly, and I couldn't stop. Maybe, in a twisted way though, I didn't want to stop. My phone began ringing. It was Luke, he wanted to say he loved me and he was sorry, that's what he always says after we fight.

Turning the phone off I stood up and turned my stereo on, The Void, by Andy Black was playing. Singing along softly I wiped my tears off of my checks and walked into the bathroom, and got on my hands and knees grabbing the small tin box from under the furnace. Opening it up I turned the hot water on high, and put a towel under the door of my bathroom, and lit the joint that I had rolled that morning. My mother had no idea that I did any of this, and even if she did, I wouldn't stop. It was a way of coping. She was an alcoholic, that's how I got the alcohol.

"How can I carry on, carry on without you", I sang softly. I missed my father horribly. He wasn't the best father, and he wasn't always around, but he was my dad, and I couldn't really cope with the fact that he was gone. I still remember how his lifeless body looked, laying on the floor in a pool of blood. I can't help but think that if I hadn't thrown that party, he would still be alive.

---The Next Morning---

I woke up with a pounding headache, and a blur of what I had done the night before. One thing was for sure. I had smoked till I was higher then I've ever been, and second was that I had drank till I passed out. Another thing was clear, I had burnt myself pretty bad, most likely on the furnace, judging from the way the deep red marks were planting on my arm and thigh. Getting up I got on short shorts and a tank top, with bracelets up to my forearm on each arm, and then did my makeup and hair. I had cut my hair, so it was at my shoulders, and I had a fringe. My makeup consisted of this eyeliner, and long eyelashes.

"Rosie you're going to be late for school!", my mother called from the outside of my room. Brushing my teeth and putting on my perfume I grabbed my back and slipped on my convers. Walking out of my room I walked past her, and wet out to the car. During the car ride to school, I held y back pack in my lap so she couldn't see the burn marks. "You've changed so much Rosie. Are you okay?", she asked as we pulled up to the school.

"Yea, I'm perfectly fine mom, just though I needed a new look", I smiled falsely.

"Okay", she paused, "have a good-", I cut her off my closing the door and walking up to the school. Seeing Molly standing with her new group of "popular" friends made me want to gag. About a month ago me and Molly stopped talking, and she joined cheerleading and became the caption of the team, and ever since then she's treated me like crap. I guess that's what I get though.

"Hey, have your heard from Luke lately?", I heard Mikey say.

"Not since last night, no. Is something wrong?", I asked and looked up from the ground.

"He's in the hospital"

A/N: hey guys, so I've been working on this for a while and I thought that it was time to update it!! I've been feeling a bit inspired lately so hopefully I can get more chapters out, thank you all for 24k reads, it means so much to me! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and that untouched don't hate me for the cliffhanger!!! See everyone real soon!!

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