Rosie went straight for her room as soon as she got back from the therapist. Her mom had tried to talk to her and ask if everything was okay, but nothing was okay. She slammed her door closed to her bedroom which was on the second floor of the house and still looked like a girl who was no more then thirteen years old stayed in the room since it was pink and purple and had posters of animals, and boys from bands, and even some guys from movies. She sat down near a chair that she had placed perfectly in a window and gazed out of it. She just sat there as her mother knocked on the door and tried to get her to come out, but there was no way Rosie was going to come from the saftey of her room. After at least thirty minutes her mom gave up and walked off. That was when she stood up, got her oboe case and brought both a stand, and her oboe case to the window that had a perfect view a of the tree behind her house. She also got a pocke knife from her drawer before fully sitting down, she weighed the knife in her hand before cutting herself and tossing it off to the side. Rosie winced in pain and a few tears slipped out as she slowly began to unpack her oboe so she could start playing it. Rosie sighed softly and wondered where her step sister was, for some reason her step sister always knew how to make her feel better.