The Red Rose

Chapter 2 ~ The Unexpected Stranger

Chapter 2 ~ The Unexpected Stranger

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My body stayed still not being able to move, frozen; but yet inside my body, my blood boiled with anger.  He stood there, I can't believe that he would have the guts to do that!  After what happened three years ago, he should be sorry.  I swore that this man that calls himself a hero will be the death of me.

I so desperately wanted to move from the clutches of his deadly daggers that pierced my eyes, but I could not find that strength to do it.  Both of us not blinking in an intense game of starring, me in my state of fear and anger, him probably in a state of accomplishment and triumph.  I could feel the tension rise between us, I think that he felt the same thing because he shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.  I smirked inwardly knowing that he hated awkwardness.

The tension broke when he spoke up, "Fancy seeing you again."  His voice was low and rough, almost like a growl.  I shivered when he said this, The past memories of him now flooding in and blurring my mind's eye.  "I can't believe that It's you."  I said in a whisper, I am so frightened of what he will do to me, and what he did to me. "I have been looking for you."

"Haven't you done enough damage?" 

"I wanted to help."

"As if what you did helped me in any way possible!"

"This was not the way I wanted or thought that it would turn out."

"No, it is exactly what you were looking for."

"I am being serious."

"After what you did, I can't trust you anymore."

"Yes you can, I know somewhere deep in your heart that you could find just a small ounce of trust in me."

"I don't have a heart anymore, and I almost died the last time I trusted you."

"And you are going to have to trust me again."

'"That's not possible."

"It is."

"If you were in my situation right now, you would know why."  After I said this, I found somewhere in me that there is courage and strength, so I took advantage of it.  I got up as quickly as my body would let me, and ran.  I ran and ran, the wind that was already trying to pull me down while I was not moving nearly knocked the air out of me running straight into the opposite direction that it was blowing.

I finally felt free after along time of suffering.  I am free living alone being given the pleasure of doing what ever I wanted, but what happened in my past bound me in my thoughts and nightmares, I did not feel free then.  But this time I felt as if I was the only person in the world, I had no past or future, I am reborn.

My breath hitched, I came to holt and was snapped back into reality when I hit the ground beneath my feet.  I turned back into that week, pale, lifeless girl again; I need to do something with my life.  I pushed myself up, one of the most hardest things on earth was to do this.  I started dragging myself back to my black alley to sleep and enter dreamland so that I at least had something bearable today.  My eyes felt heavy for the first time in two days and I was glad that I finally got to get some sleep without forcing myself to.

As I walked past one of the stores with a very large glossy window with the name of the store unknown to me, I saw my reflection and it was repulsive.  I saw a girl with dirty blond hair that was lifeless, her face was filthy and bloody, her eyes were gray no sign of happiness at all, her clothes were ripped and stained, and her pale skin was torn with dirt.  I hated the sight of myself, I whipped my head from the window to my feet so that I was forced to look down.

I kept walking forward ignoring that fact that I might become the center of attraction here with my appearance.  I turned into a alley that was not as repulsing as where I lived, but it was still sickening.  I hit my back on the hard wall behind me and slid down the wall so that I was in a very uncomfortable position. 

My thoughts wondered a while until they stopped that the icy eyed man in which told me to trust him earlier.  I can't help but think of how he found me and what he wanted.  It scared me that he has been looking for me for a very long time.  That haunted me, I really wished that he would drop of the face of the earth and no one would even bother looking or caring for him.  He was the reason of my life, the reason of my frail, petite being.  I hate him for that and everything else, he was Satan himself, the guy that thinks everything is right.

I ended up drifting off to sleep with these thoughts still in my mind.  I can't get rid of them, but I need a way to stay away from him as long as possible.  I had this feeling that I was going to see him again, so I needed to devise a plan to protect myself.