'ALL IT TAKES IS SLIT WRISTS, THEN THERE'S NO WAY OUT'

Roseline hates what has become of herself. Dumped by her boyfriend. Divorcing parents. Bullied in her school. Overshadowed by her siblings. Terrible grades. All which translated into an uncertain, gloomy future.

She wants out, and she thinks she gets it when she realizes that the blood running through her veins is all that links her to the cruel world.

She slits her wrists and all that follows makes her realize that this wasn't the out she was looking for. 

She's petrified when she realizes that she isn't really dead (at least not spiritually, as she likes to think) and is watching the consequences of her action unfold in front of her.

Masks fall and awful secrets are revealed, with more lives at stake as Roseline fights her way through, asking herself the same question 'every day'- Will I find a way out out of my way out? Or will I be trapped here? Forever?

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What Follows

I always thought and still think that people who say that you, you have it all in you. That you are in control of your universe, that you can do the impossible, are just a bunch of idiots. 


I am/was in no way in control of my universe. I mean, what is the point of controlling all your bloody galaxies if you can't control your damned planet? What's the point of trying at all if I won't get the people I want, to care about me? What should I do with all the uncontrollable, useless 'almosts' that plagued my planet? 


Almost love. Almost friendship. Almost daughter. Almost sister. Almost dead. Dead. 


And you know, maybe I'm just sad that Sierra is dead. And mad that things didn't go the way they were supposed to, according to me. And maybe, truly, all I lacked is faith. Faith that things would get better. That there's a reason behind every mishap. That there's something, something worth going on for. 


17.0: Planets