Rose sighed as she stared up at the ceiling from her bed of the place she had just started to call home. When she moved to this town when she was thirteen, she swore that she would never get used to the place since she was ripped from her best friend. She didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to Ash. Rose gave another sigh and heaved the blankets off of her and sat up in her bed looking at the boxes that were packed. The last thing that Rose had to do before she was all done was pack a few photos and her bedding. The movers would be doing the rest. Not too long after they arrived, the movers truck was packed and Rose was in the back seat of her parents car, earbuds in and staring out the window. She was excited that she was going back to her hometown, but she was also a bit nervous<br/><br/>A few hours of riding in the car were over and in almost the blink of an eye, she was back in her old room. Rose took in a sigh as she laid hands on a box in front of her. She opened the box with scissors, after which she took a bit too long to look at. She hadn't done that in a long long while, if she was being honest with herself, she missed the feel of steel on her skin. Her thoughts were cut short by a knock on her door, quickly turning around and putting the scissors back onto the box. In the door frame stood Rose's mother, a sweet blonde at the age of 42 who has been through a pretty rough life. A few miscarriages when she was younger, a rough home life and an ex suicidal daughter. This woman has been through a lot, but she remained strong through it all.<br/><br/>"Mom..." Rose said, a bit shocked to see her mother standing in her doorway. Mrs. Callaway looked around the old room and smiled. "This will be good for you honey." Mrs. Callaway nodded after she finished speaking and looked at her daughter.<br/>"Honey, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost..." At this, Rose shook her head and waved her hand.<br/>"No mama, I'm alright. Honest." Rose smiled and nodded her head as her mom took a step into the room towards her. Mrs. Callaway took Rose's hair into her hands and sighed.<br/>"Oh honey, I wish you would change your hair back to blonde..." Rose took her mom's hands in hers and lowered them from her hair, shaking her head. "Mom we've talked about this..." Mrs. Callaway sighed "I know honey... I know, you're an artist, it's what you do." She smiled at her daughter and softly rubbed her cheek. "Start unpacking alright?". Mrs. Callaway exited the room leaving Rose alone to her thoughts once more. She turned around and faced the endless sea of boxes, turned on the radio, blasted her music and prepared herself for a long day of unpacking and organizing her things in her old room.