Bleeding Rose

Chapter 2: Trapped in a Memory

Three years earlier

Dustin sits alone in a bathroom, scrawling words with the red marker all over everything.

"I did it. It's my fault. She dead because of me." Was scribbled from floor to ceiling in the abandoned bathroom. Three hours slip by and Dustin is still furiously writing, not even realizing what he was doing. The words covered his arms and legs. His shirt was removed and his pants were rolled up. He was covered in the words. Finally someone comes. Someone sees him and calls the cops. The Police assess the situation and declare Dustin insane and send him to the asylum. No one asked him about who he supposedly killed. They thought his information was unreliable. No one bats an eye until reports show a missing girl, gone the day before Dustin was found in the bathroom. They decided to keep the story and information in secret, not allowing to escape into the public. The missing woman was in fact, of relation to Dustin and they tie the two stories together almost immediately. They don't question Dustin, unsure of his information is truth worthy or not.

Three years later exactly.

Dustin's mind was trapped in that memory. He basically goes into a trance and writes words all over the wall again. "I killed her. It's my fault." Over and over in all caps. The workers observe his behavior but don't question it. This happens often and it can be entertaining.

"Mrs. Meyers? He's at it again." One of the late night workers calls.

"It's okay Cole. He can't escape or anything." She said and hung up. She watched as Rosalie texted Laken until their little "date" thingy.

Rosalie got and waved her mother farewell. She knew her mother knew where she was going. She went there every Monday night and no questions were asked.

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"God Rose!" Laken called in her forever cheerful voice. She wrapped Rosalie in a hug.

"C-Ca-n't...b-bre-a-th." Rosalie stuttered before being released from the death grip.

"I already ordered your favorite." Laken said sitting back down. Rosalie slid into the seat across from her and looked at her best friend.

"T-tha-n-ks L-La-k-en." Rosalie stuttered. She only talked to her because she knew she wouldn't make fun of her. They've been friends since pre-school, ever since Laken gave Rosalie a lollipop.

Once their drinks came, Rosalie slurped happily on her caramel frappe.

"So how's things going with Dustin?" Laken asked casually.

"O-o-oka-ay." Rosalie said as she wrinkled her nose. Laken usually brought up that conversation, mostly because she thought Dustin was cute and wanted to get to know him. Rosalie didn't know why she would though. He was....weird.

Laken nodded and took out her phone. She took a picture of Rosalie and smiled deviously.

Rosalie hated pictures and the only way you got one of her is if you snuck one.

"I don't know why you hate pictures so much. I mean your seriously drop-dead-gorgeous." Laken said as she rolled her eyes.

Rosalie strongly disagreed. She thought Laken was the gorgeous one. She had long blonde hair that fell in loose ringlets to about the middle of her back. Her naturally long and thick eyelashes surrounded gorgeous icy blue eyes that seemed to stare right into your soul. Her nose and cheeks were littered with light brown freckles. Her pale skin glowed an alabaster color and she radiated confidence. Her figure was petite yet curvy. She was the book definition of gorgeous.

Rosalie wrinkled her nose and bit her lip as she remembered what Dustin had written.

Look past the skin into the soul, my love.

Those words haunted her memory like a thick fog that wouldn't clear out of her cluttered mind. She sipped on her coffee unaware of Laken's conversation she was trying to have with her.

Soon Rosalie decided she should go home to her mom.

"I-I-I sh-shou-ould g-g-go." Rosalie stuttered as she rose from her seat.

Laken nodded and watched as Rosalie left the café. She was envious of her. She was so pretty and she wanted her features.

Rosalie was short and petite, yet curvy and skinny all the same. She had skin like ivory and a kind aura seemed to radiate off her skin. Her wavy hair that hung down to her hips was ebony with deep turquoise tips and her eyes were a glittering sea green. She had a smile that lit up her whole face and dazzling white teeth. She was stunning and cute and Laken was green with jealousy, but she didn't let it show, afraid it was ruin their friendship.

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Rosalie arrived at her house and slipped inside silently. She went straight up to bed. She pulled off her clothing and put on a baggy Avengers shirt before slipping under her black and turquoise blankets. Her head sunk into the plush pillow and her hair pooled around her head like a dark halo. Her eyes fluttered shut and she drifted off into a restful sleep. She slipped further into the welcoming grasp of sleep that offered her sweet sweet oblivion.