Rosalie
I was beginning to lose myself, all I had done for days now was lay in this bed and stare up at the same spot on the ceiling above me. I couldn't even say what day of the week it was I had been up here that long. I made the decision to cut myself off from everyone in the house, I didn't want to but the people I once called friends couldn't even look me in the face since I was accused of killing Amy. I tried so hard to think back to that day and try to remember something that would clear my name but every time I came up with nothing, even though I couldn't remember anything I was certain it wasn't me.
I pushed myself up and slid out of the bed as nature called once again, I had officially lost any control of holding anything in my bladder so I was going to the toilet what felt lik
