The Rose

Chapter One

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here is no other place than to be in a dream where you feel alive. Anywhere is better than being in reality. Being able to feel free is a gift that is better than feeling like a slave to your own fears. That I know. I know what being afraid is like. That is something I face every day of my life. Especially with something you have deal with the rest of your life.

However, at this very moment... in the darkness... dreaming right now doesn't feel safe. In fact, I am scared. I have not once felt so scared to dream, but right now all I see is an emptiness of pit black. The ground feels icy cold with my bare feet. I am shivering thanks to the thin silk sleeping top and silk shorts. I walk a little in the blindness of this darkness.

There is no sound, but the sound of my very own heartbeat. My heart is pounding very hard against my chest and echoing in this empty place. I kept walking into the dark letting this unfamiliar feeling guide me. Do I trust it? No, but it is my only hope, and I must get out of this.

As I kept walking in the dark, I started to hear something other than my heartbeat. I started to hear whispering from many voices. It is hard to tell if the voices are all female or male. All the voices are all sounding the same. They all sounded like they were behind me. I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned my head around to see nothing but darkness. Not being able to see who these people are because of how dark it is, they could be standing right in front of me. Feeling slightly more scared, I turned my head back to this pull and walked further in. After a couple of steps, I now see a little light.

The voices behind me are getting louder and closer. I can feel every hair on my body rise and that's when I freaked. I ran in the darkness and headed straight to the light. Once I got closer, I noticed the light was behind a wooden door. The closer I get; the light gets bigger. I grabbed that door handle and swung it open making more light hit the darkness behind me. I slam it shut making my back rest against the door. I dare not to see who were the ones whispering and chasing me.

Breathing heavy, I look around the room to notice it is a bedroom. A decent size, but very simple bedroom. I calm down my breathing soon as I notice a painting above the fireplace. The fireplace is the light I saw from the depths of the darkness and honestly, I am glad that it is lit up. But this painting is what calmed me down. It's a man that represents an angel I believe since he has wings coming out of his back. He has green eyes that I am so much admiring of him. I look at the bed and notice how cold it looks. The man in the painting looks very attractive. By just admitting it to myself, I can feel the heat in my cheeks.

The wooden flooring is cold as well. I can't help but feel sorry for the person that lives here. In fact, my heart pours out to this person. Then I see him. His back towards me. His tattoo on his back that has a crescent moon. He has black hair that is messy a little. He seems to be writing something and very focused. How did he not hear me slam his door shut behind him? I wanted to slap myself for such an idiotic thought. I mean I am dreaming after all. None of this is real.

This tug is tugging me to him. I walked a little closer to him out of curiosity to see what he is currently writing. As I walked closer to him, I could smell him. I smell roasting fire that is very soothing to me. I also notice that he isn't writing anything. He is drawing something. A person? A female? I can not tell but she looks like... me?

He drops his pencil which causes me to jump. I walked back slowly as he sniffed the air. That there is my cue to run to the door. I ran fast and hurried to open the door, but pressure from a sudden hand pushed the door closed. I froze holding in my breath as I felt him behind me and sniffing my shoulders.