When the Rose turns to Blood

First and Last Chapter

I was running, I had the feeling I was being watched and followed as I walked home from the shops so I freaked out and started running home as fast as possible. I don't know how but I got lost and ended up outside the city where I live.
The air was crisp,
The night fresh,
The lights off in all of the houses...
The street lights flickered as I neared them and turned off as soon as I was close. It scared me.
The wind seemed to call my name, "Rooooooosssseee...." It had said. "Rooosseeelllliiiinnnaaaa...."
I walked alone down the street I ended up being on. I felt eyes staring at me, burning through my soul. By this point I was terrified.
"H-h-he-hello-oo..?" I chocked out, face half covered by my soft, grey knitted scarf I made. "W-wh-ho's th-the-ere?!" frost nipped at my exposed nose, causing me to shiver and cover my nose with my scarf.
"roooooooooossssssseeeeeeee.... heeeeeeellllpp yoooouuurrrssseeeeelllff..." the wind called to me once again. I was really scared and worried.
"WH-WHO A-ARE YO-OU?!" i yelled. My question remained unanswered. I started running once again, i run off the street, away from the empty road and run down houses, past the trees and the wilting flowers, the long grass that had been left there for years, old leafless trees seemed to try reach out and grab me. I screamed as I felt a cold, boney hand grip onto my shoulder, I tried to shake off the hand and continue running but it pulled me back. It's long, sharp nails dug into my shoulder as it pulled me into the darkness. Blood started to drip down my skin under my clothes and tears stung my widened eyes. I was grabbed by another hand on my wrist, another on my left hip, my right thigh, both my ankles and two hands around my throat. I tried to scream but a new, warmer, flesh covered hand, covered my mouth.
"hush child~" a creepy, hoarse voice cooed. All the hands grabbing me pulled me onto a huge, dead oak tree and held me against it. My wide eyes looked around frantically, searching for a way out. Alas, all there was were darkness and dead trees. I looked down at the hands pulling me against the oak tree, blood poured from where they grabbed me. I closed my eyes and tried to except my fate.
"aww~" the creepy, hoarse voice cooed once again, "is the princess scared~?" they let out a low and evil chuckle.
"mrf! MRF MFR!" I tried to talk back but their warm hand was still covering my mouth. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, causing my eyes to burst open. The skin and clothes on my stomach were ripped open, showing my intestines. I wanted to shut my eyes and wait until it's over but fingers forced my eyes to stay open. My bright blue eyes were filled with fear and pain and another warm hand started pulling my intestines out of inside of me. No words could describe what I was feeling.
"noooooo...." the wind howled, seeming to be blocked from coming close. "myyyy rooooooossssseeeee...."
The creepy voice cleared their throat and spoke in a familiar voice. "honey, stop interrupting!" HE snapped at the wind.
'is that... Dad?' I thought to myself.
"correct Roselina my dear~" they heard my thoughts?! "It is I..." a run down, haunted looking, smiling face appeared in front of mine. "Your Father!" I felt something in my chest, I was scared to look down but I did so anyway. My father's hand was covered in blood and holding something that moved and had more of my blood oozing out of tubes connected to it... I finally realise what he is holding. My dad had pulled my heart out of my chest and was holding it in his hands. I looked up at my dad's face only to be met with immense pain in my eyes and with that my vision was gone, my eyes gouged out of the sockets with the hand originally covering my mouth. I screamed in pain and the boney fingers holding my eyelids back let go, seeing as I had no eyes I couldn't see if I had my eyelids opened or closed. 'Why?! Why would you do this to me?!' I tried to say, but all that came out was screams of pain. My father by that point was holding both of my eyes and my heart in his hands. He started to walk away, I could feel his stomping feet through the ground and hear dead leaves crack and brake under his weight.
The last thing I heard was the sound of running and a woman's voice yelling "ROSELINA! DON'T LEAVE ME! PLEASE!" and the last thing I felt was the soft, loving touch of my mother, pulling the cold hands away from my wounds.
I smiled slightly and one tear that had been stuck on my bottom eyelashes like morning dew on a blade of grass dripped down my face before I closed my eye lids, covering the bleeding and empty sockets.

Then, darkness. Eternal darkness. No heaven, no hell, just darkness.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
'Argh... Stupid alarm...'
THE END.