The Red Rose

Chapter 3 ~ Remembering The Past

Chapter 3 ~ Remembering The Past

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I was awoken by something tickling my body and slowly running to the ground.  I opened my eyes that were still heavy and looked up, it was raining.

Dang it.

I tiredly picked myself from the ground which was warm from me laying down there, and looked for a place to hide me from the rain.  I had more strength today rather then yesterday, I guess the sleep really did help.  Then I recalled the dream I had last night, it was actually a nightmare:

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I woke up in the middle of a room, it was dull and bare.  There was no way out, no doors, it was just a concrete walled room.  Then all of a sudden black mist filled the room and there that appeared before me was HIM.  A door magically opened behind him, he gestured to the door and held out his hand to me.  He spoke, "I am offering you a way out." He says.  His voice was much different, it was not a growl anymore, it was soft like that of an angel's.  I was drawn in, but something also did not seem right about this.  His voice said that was okay and everything will be fine, but his eyes on the other hand said 'I don't care for you and no one else does either'.  I wanted to know which one I could trust , so I questioned, "I am not sure, I do not trust strangers."  His eyes grew dark but then said in the same tone as before, "Trust me, I am your friend."

"I have never seen you before."

" I was sent to help you."

"I don't know."

"This is the only way out." He outstretched his hand further to me.  I pondered for a moment, 'what if this was my only way out?' I asked myself.  I really wanted to get out and see the world, so I decided to jump at the chance.  "Is this really the only way out?"

"Yes." he answered.

"Positive?"

"Positive."  And with that I took his outstretched hand and got up.  We slowly made our way to the glowing door, I started to become very anxious.  What will lay ahead for me?  Is it glorious?  will it be everything that I have imagined it to be?  These questions and more echoed in my mind.  I was sacred yet excited, week but strong, and frantic but bold.

The out side was so bright that you could see nothing, I could not even see him.  I felt really amazing, alive and free.  It was the best feeling that I have encountered in my whole entire life.  It was pure bliss.

But my bliss soon turned into a horrifying experience, the brightness that encircled us faded from the fire that engulfed it.  It began to burn my skin, I screamed in pain but no one could hear me, that's when I noticed that he was not beside me anymore.  I frantically looked around for him, but he was nowhere to be found.  He betrayed and abandoned me.

The fire became increasingly hot, it kept burning me.  I tried to keep it off but it soon took control of me.  I was swallowed by the fire, but I was not completely dead.

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That was when I woke up out of that horrid dream.  It was almost exactly what he did to me,  except it was more metaphoric.  I hated him ever since he left me, what happened ruined my life forever.  When I told him that I had no heart anymore meant that he stabbed it, he was the one who took my heart away; he left me to die with nothing in my life.  I thought for a time that he was my savior, the one that was going to protect me throughout everything.

But they were lies.

He was a joke, and he made me the punch line.  How could I have been so stupid as to listen to his phony remarks and soothing words?  Don't get me wrong, I hate him, but I also blame myself for my mess.  Most of the decisions I have made were unwise.  I take most of the responsibility for my life, well, it is MINE.

If I had a chance to go back in that past and never taken up his offer, then I would not be here at this very moment under a store canopy.   He was just so deceiving, his charm was easy to fall into, and not to mention that most all girls swoon over him.  He was good looking, but it did not matter, what he did was far more important then good looks.  He has dark chocolate brown hair that was parted to the left side of his head, a foot taller then me, and his icy blue eyes could be kind and caring at points.  Trust me, I know that his eyes could be that way, I have seen practically every emotion flash across his eyes.  But he was defiantly not my type.

Right now I want to get as for away from him as possible, but I can't.  I have no money, strength, and faith.  But I had gained my will back, the determination to push through this stage of my life.  I need to get my life back together.