Rose's Point of View
As someone who hates drugs and had made a deal with herself that, no matter how shitty her life was, she would never ever take them, I find it incredibly unjust that I have had to spend the last few days going through withdrawal symptoms.
Today, for the first time in over 48 hours, I am finally feeling a little like myself. I've had night sweats, night terrors and find myself constantly swinging from loving Jackson, to hating him, to loving him again.
Last night, I asked him for some space. I knew that it absolutely devastated him, but I couldn't have cared less. Within an hour, though, I was screaming his name through my gritted teeth, begging him to come and help me.
He's tried to talk me through lots of things that have been going on with the pack, but I've
