Rose
I pace around my room and groan out of frustration. It feels like it's been hours since they threw me in here and based on how tired I'm getting its probably somewhere in the am.
I'm running on adrenaline.
Fuck. Ryder, what can I do? What the f**k can I do?
I go and sit on my bed, trying to control my heavy breathing.
I look around and more horrible thoughts come to mind.
My old room surrounds me, reminding me of why this place became a prison for me.
The light purple walls used to be so pretty to me. This same king-sized maroon bed sits against the left corner, just like it did years ago. My feet brush against the new dark purple rug that feels as if it was put here yesterday.
The old carpet was black and spikey. It hurt to walk on. I remember telling my dad about it.
"Dad!
