NATASHA POV
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A blue spark erupts beneath my feet and I feel a paralyzing shock, which makes my hands and feet unable to move. Ros looks at me with a worried expression. "Go, leave the note," I say. I can't believe I'm sacrificing myself, but Rosanne deserves to escape more than I do. Rosanne nods, and she lies flat on the roof and all I see is her pained expression before my vision starts to fade, and eventually turns to a black screen.
My vision is rimmed with red, and instead of Madame B standing above me, as I'd expected, I see Respitille standing in front of me.
Respitille takes off my chains and kneels beside me. "Is Rosanne okay?" she barely breaths. I barely tilt my head, and she injects me with something that makes all the pain vanish. "She is dead!" she announces. I realize something then. I can move, and when Madame B throws me outside, into the river, the red, sticky stuff has been washed out, and I trudge through the forest and I arrive at an inn. I see myself in the window, and I can't believe I look normal, well normal enough. I walk into the inn and make my most flirtatious face to the innkeeper. The innkeeper doesn't fall for my tricks. Instead of kicking me out, he glides his eyes over my arms, and a frown appears on his face.
"What happened to you?" he says, obviously referring to the fresh scars on me, and I bite my lip as I try to explain with a sugar coat, but I don't have the energy to create a cover.
At that moment though, a man walks out and checks out, and the innkeeper lets me go to his room. I nod my thanks, and run upstairs and collapse onto the bed. It is not comfortable, but I let sleep overcome me.
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3 YEARS LATER
It's been three years. I'm still living on the run. I live in hotels, and I work as a model. I finally have enough to afford an apartment! I miss Ros and Yel every day. My scars have since healed, but I still have nightmares, every night and they never stop.
Tonight I'm going to a bar to enjoy my holiday. I arrive in a black dress with golden roses and hang out next to a table with a shot. A man walks by me and puts a hand on my bra, I jerk away but a man comes to rescue me.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" says the man.
The man growls and walks away. The fear wears off immediately. "Thanks!" I say to the man.
"No problem! I'm Clint, how about you!" Clint says energetically.
"Umm... Natasha, but you can call me Nat," I say. I trust him.
"OK, you look a lot like my partner Ros!" he says.
"Ros...blonde hair and red highlights?" I say hopefully.
"Yep! gorgeous teal eyes too, and she mentioned you, I think," he says, securing my happiness.
"Can you bring me to her Clint?" I ask. I really hope he can.
When he says yes, my head floats through the clouds.
I hope she is okay, and I wish you still consider me as a sister!
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Splashes of RED
HorrorThe Red Room has always been a scary place, only seen through one's eyes. This Story will help you understand the lives of others in the scary regime. Enjoy it!
