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A few hours later I hear mom get home from work so I log off and go downstairs. "Hey mom" I say "Hey Alec" She says as I go up and hug her and she hugs back. "Say, how about I take you to see luka? Yeah?" She asks "Please?" I say. "Okay Let's go buddy" She said and we went to the hospital. Once we got there Luka's parents told me to go straight in and that they were waiting for me so I went in.
"Alec your back" They said and smiled as I smiled back. "Yeah I'm back , songbird" I said and walked up to them. "Hey luka...?" I asked "Yeah love? What's wrong?" They asked "I want to tell you something that has been happening during this whole week.." I said "okay? What is it?" They asked. "well..throughout this week someone has been sending photos to me of roses...at first it was okay and sweet but then I got a picture of a pink rose and it said 'sorry brother'..so I got worried you know?" I said
"Oh- I have never heard of that Alec I don't know what to say about that..'' They said, "I don't either but it's terrifying to be honest luka" I said and they nodded. "Hey, how about you tell me what you're thinking of doing for the school dance?" Luka asked and I smiled. "Taking you I would hope" I said looking at them. "Well duh you're taking me but what color should I wear?" They asked. A few hours later I had to go home so I could sleep.Once we got home I went to bed. "Hey Alec" I heard a voice call so I leaned up "Whos there?" I asked hesitantly. "Oh ALec look how far you have come sense coming out..my baby brother..." They said "wha? Who are you" I ask again and they come into view. "It's me Alex, Don't you remember me?" she asked. "B-but you're dead. How are you..did I die, am I going insane?" I ask "No no your dreaming, Alec listen to me I'm fine. You need to let go..Live your life I know you dont show it but your wrists do... look I love you more than anything and always will you need to let go and live." She said again
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The Black Rose
Mystery / ThrillerA story of a young trans male and his story of past trauma