[Rosie's POV]

I groaned as I woke up, sitting up.

A regular quiet Saturday morning in San Diego.

My cat, Nala, pounces up on my bed, greeting me with a meow.

I smile and pet behind her ears, then noticing the dried blood on my wrist.

I sighed sadly, and got up so I can wash up.

I bathed and when I was done I cleaned last night's cuts, wrapping them up.

I pull on a white SWS tank with black skinnies, a black silk open sweater, and red TOMS, my hair tied in a messy bun.

I left some coffee brewing as I fed Nala, then toasting me a whole wheat bagel.

Once my small breakfast is done, I sat on the couch watching television, Nala curling against me.

I live alone in my apartment, which is about 20 minutes from my parents' home. I used to live here with my boyfriend, but since he had to move to Europe with his parents we broke up, so its just me and Nala.

As I sipped my coffee, I hear a knock on the door.

I put my coffee down and go up to the door and opening it.

Next thing I know someone grabs my legs and I'm over someone's shoulder.

I'm screaming and panicking as whoever has me runs around my living room laughing and then tosses me on the couch.

I look up and see its my brother Mike, Vic running up behind him.

I growled and got up.

"Bastardo!" I snapped, punching his arm as he laughed. "You scared me!"

"Aw, come on," he said, hugging me.

"Just wanted to surprise you, Rosie," Vic said.

"I must say I am," I said as I hugged my older brothers.

Vic greeted Nala who pawed his shoe and he picked her up.

"So what are you guys doing here?" I asked.

"Wanted to see if you wanted to come along to our studio at home," Vic said. "Got some new stuff to show and maybe make up trying to give you a heart attack."

I shrugged. " I did have plans to go shopping with Mom for a dinner banquet she has with some friends."

"Perfect, then, let's go," Mike said.

"Let me get ready first," I said.

I quickly put on my make up, which consisted of a little bit of foundation, eyeliner, and some light lip gloss, grabbed my bag and Nala's carrier and soon we all left.

I was in the passenger seat as Vic drove and Mike was in the back.

I then saw Vic's old scars on his arms.

I sighed, remembering when he got those.

I then looked down at my arms.

Vic and Mike can't know about what I do in secret.