Chapter 2: What They Say Happened

When I awoke, I found myself in a hospital room, the last thing I remember was seeing that strange face and a rush of foreign memories crowding my brain. As it turns out my name is Rosetta Kind, funny how my last name is Kind but I am not known for being kind. I'm just around 5'6 in height, with naturally tanned skin, and gorgeous brown curls. I'm also what you would call a villainess. I'm currently on suspension from school because of a case that was pending against me. Let's start at the beginning at least this is how the story is said to be...

My high school sweetheart Blake North, proposed to me after three years of dating and it was our plan to get married after graduating from college. It was a big affair and all my friends were there, but there was also Gracie a friend of a friend present... no let me be specific. Dear cousin Cilia brought her friend Gracie along, who happened to know Blake from middle school. They reconnected at my surprise engagement and hit it off quite nicely. Gracie's family had moved up the 'social ladder' and moved from the area to a better one, and Blake used to crush on big sis Gracie pretty hard, so he was sad when she moved. Ummmm seems like the flame never died. Well the closer they got little mishaps stared happening to Gracie and for some reason I was always noticed nearby... one time a waiter spilled food on Gracie while they were eating out (just the two of them, is that a date?) and I was spotted at the restaurant next door. Just to clarify I was backing them yet I got the blame. Various suspicious events like that started occurring and I was blamed continually until it got deadly, Gracie has peanut allergies and someone anonymously ordered her a special dish which almost cost her her life... guess what I was nearby and accused of this as well... but no evidence pointed to me, so it was dropped. Then the cause of my misfortune occurred when Gracie visited my college and was pushed, sorry I mean tripped down the stairs, I just so happened to be a few steps behind her and the one to get help for her, but I was accused of pushing her down the stairs. My dear fiancé decided to announce that he was dissolving our engagement, and to make matters worse claimed that Gracie is his true love, and rumour has it that she is pregnant. Hence the old Rosetta could not take it anymore and drowned herself.

Now here I lie in hospital my worried dad, the old man, passing up and down the room. "Dad?" I called.

He jumped, "Rose you are going to give me a heart attack. If I was not eating so healthy I would be a dead man!"

"I'm sorry Dad." I apologised. "Can you turn up the volume?"

That when I heard it... "It has been found that the young college student accidentally slipped down the stairs. She was not as some assumed pushed down the stairs. Here is some video evidence that was released by the police." Next a video was played where Gracie tripped an fell down the stairs and I rushed to help her and called an ambulance.

I was cleared and could finally go back to school... but just letting you know that's just the reported story, do you really think I Rosetta Kind would let Gracie get away with her 'mistress' antics come on I said my last name might be Kind but I am not.