Can You Stake My Heart?

I gripped the steering wheel of my Saturn, driving so slow I think my car would stop at any moment. I turned around to see most of my stuff packed into giant heaps in the back seat. I sighed. There was no turning back now.

All my life I had dreamed of becoming a professional artist. Ever since I could remember, I had always loved to draw. My mother would say that I had a "special gift". I believed that until I was like 6, then realized it was probably the alcohol talking. My mother had a severe drinking problem all of her adult life. With my father always at work, it was usually just me and her.

She wasn't an angry drunk... at least she wasn't until I was about 14. Coming home from school, I usually had to sneak in or I'd end up with a couple bruises. I guess in a way, you could say that her turning into a monster was a good thing. I would usually spend all my time in my room, drawing. As the years went by, I improved.

There was downsides though. Shortly after my mom took a turn for the worst, I became depressed and turned to self harm. I hate my scars, I really do. A year ago I finally found the courage to put down the razor and get help. Let me just say, BEST DECISION EVER. All the girls on tumblr say "Be proud. They're stories!" Why the hell should I be proud? How am I supposed to explain scars on me to my future children? Future employer? All they do is remind me of a sad time in my life.

During my whole school career, I didn't have friends. Partly because of my depression, and partly because of my strong dislike of people. I liked working by myself; I found it much more efficient and I did NOT feel like putting myself in unneeded girl drama. Of course there were people I talked to and sat at lunch with, but I've never had a sleepover or a party. For Christ's sake, I've never even had my first kiss. Even more embarrassing, I'm a virgin! Being in your twenties, and being a virgin is like being a unicorn. It's unheard of and doesn't exist.

By the time my senior year rolled around, I had won lots of art competitions and such. Lots of colleges sent me letters, but there was only one I was interested in: The School of Visual Arts, in New York. My dad worked in the Stock Market, and brought home lots of money. I talked to him about funds and said he would help, but not to mention it to mom. I happily agreed.

I had always wanted to live in the city. My childhood dream was to see the Rockettes, or Phantom of the Opera. When I had told my mom this, I got a nice black eye. So, I kept my dream quiet all the way up to graduation. The day of my graduation ceremony, after I got handed my diploma, I told my mom what I planned to do. She was enraged. "You stupid bitch, you have to stay and take care of me!" She screamed. I smiled and walked away, with her yelling behind me. As soon as I could, I gathered my things out of her house and moved into my dads apartment he usually slept at. I don't blame him; sleeping at my moms house is a nightmare.

I was so glad to finally get out of that place. I left her a note, saying where I was going, and when I would be back. I didn't put any contact information on it though. Uh uh, no way.

Two months after graduation and here I am. Driving to my future! To be completely honest, I was scared. The directions Siri was giving me weren't helping with my anxiety, either.

"Turn right. Then, turn right. Then, turn right. Then, turn right. Arrive at destination." My phone said.

"Oh, shut up you cheeky douche." I said and reached to turn it off. Just as the screen went black, I saw the large sign.
School of Visual Arts
I did a little dance in my seat as I turned my car in the direction that the arrow pointed on the sign. I drove up a long stretch of road, and eventually got to the gate. I rolled up to the man in the box at the gate, and cleared my throat.
"Hi. I'm here to.. uh, go to college." I said

I'm an idiot.

"What else would you be here for?" The man smiled and buzzed me in. The gate lifted and I rolled into the campus. It was breathtaking. I could see the dorms, the large buildings, a Starbucks, and other little shops. I squealed in excitement as I drove to what I assumed was the administrator building. I pulled up in a parking spot near the doors, and got out. Since it was August, I had a Nirvana t-shirt on with some jean shorts and vans. I locked my car and quickly jogged through the doors. A lady sitting at a very neat desk looked up, unsmiling.

"I assume you're new, and need your information?" She sighed.

I frowned slightly. I guess this job got tedious after a while, but there's no need to be a bitch about it.

"Uh, yeah. My name is Rosalie Ravenhale. R-A-V-E-N, H-A-L-E." I told her.

"Honey, I know how to spell." She gave me a sour smile.

Bitch.

"I'm printing out your information, sit tight for a moment." She said and got up from her desk. She disappeared behind a set of double doors. I blew a piece of hair out of my face and sighed. I started picking at my nails, which was a really bad habit that I got from my mother. I heard the doors open, and looked up, expecting to see the bitchy lady ready to tell me my information.

A man, professor most likely, gave me a warm smile and continued walking. "He looks nice" I thought to myself. I hope I had him for at least one of my classes. The door opened again and the Wicked Witch of the West came out with a small pile of papers. She shoved them in my arms.

"Here. Enjoy." She said and sat back down at her desk.
"Ooookay?" I mouthed and turned to walk out of the doors. I put the pile of papers in the passenger seat and looked at the printed directions. My dorm was apparently not farm from the small little village of shops, which was cool. As I closed the passenger door and turned to walk to the other side, I heard a car door shut behind me. I gulped, hoping I wouldn't have to talk to them. I turned around and looked at the person who had just arrived.

My jaw dropped.

This man was the definition of beautiful. He had jet black hair and warm amber eyes. I didn't even know amber eyes were a thing but I didn't care. I felt my heart nearly thumping out of my chest and the heat in my cheats felt like I was on fire. His eyes widened for a moment, then he crinkled his nose and ran so fast into the building it was like he teleported. Shit! Do I smell bad?I sniffed my underarms discretely. I smelled fine. I guess I was just really, really ugly.

Sigh.

I got into the car, still dumbstruck by the beauty of the man. I started the car and drove to my dorm. I only took my sketchbook and a pillow; I would unload all of my shit later. My dorm was 205, which meant second floor, fifth room. I think. I climbed the old stairs, and searched for my room.

When I found it, it was unlocked. I slowly opened the door and got a good look at my home for the next (almost) year. There was a small living area and mini kitchen, and two doors on opposite sides of the wall. A small platform separated the living room and kitchen from the other half of the room. The living room contained a couch, chair, and a small TV. The kitchen had everything you'd find in a normal kitchen. I stepped up onto the platform and looked out the gigantic window in the center of the room. I could basically see everything. It was pretty sick! I walked to the door on my right, my vans clicking against the wooden floor.

I opened the door and saw what I expected. A small but nice bedroom. It had a queen sized bed, dresser, nightstand, etc. There was even a closet! Another door led to a decent sized bathroom. In the corner was a drawing desk. I smiled.

I think I was going to like it here.

Notes

Eeek! I'm so excited! My first chapter yayayayay
It's a little short but it's really late and I need sleep zzzzz

Please tell me how I did, what I should fix, ex.
Rose's outfit
Here's a sassy Gerard bc I'm just so happy.