The Rose that turned to thorns

Untitled Part 1

It all goes dark as my body falls to the floor. My brain becomes a hummingbird. I'm frozen in place. A scream escapes my mouth as an immense shadow fills the unknown. I curl up into a ball. my hand brushes against something as cold as ice. My scream is swallowed by the repetitive thump of a figure encroaching on Me.

"Wake up Cas," Oliver says cradling my trembling body in his arms. The thumping is still there, deep in my bones. Oliver's grasp on my waist is so tight I can barely breathe. He seems more tensed up than usual.

'It's ok" He repeats but it isn't because this has happened multiple times now, he and the figure share the same pale green eyes. My body fills with relief as Oliver's strong grasp releases me.

Oliver stands up and wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. He swiftly grasps a knife and bears it up to my neck. Oliver's harsh breath is up against my neck in an instant.

"You know who I am" Oliver's breath burns against my neck.

"What do you-"

"So, let's make the most of it".

He starts kissing me slowly along my body. I want to scream, as his lips start to brush on top of mine. I know what I need to do It is simple, just get the knife and figure out what's happening. But for some reason, I don't want to hurt him. He doesn't love you; this is his job. Do it for her.

I give into the kiss and start to move my arms up his buff body to where I reach his arms which are now on my squeezing face forcing me to close my eyes, I grab his face with one hand and use the other to get the knife. "Remember Cas, men expected you to be weak, show them that you aren't".

"Kas?" I whisper into Oliver's mouth, good thing his too invested in kissing me to hear me whisper the name of my dead sister. I need to focus; I move my hand up to where the knife is resting across my face, and I grab it by the blade. I remove my hand from Oliver's face and place it on his chest. With one hand on his chest and the other on the knife. I'm all set. I push forward with all my force. Oliver tumbles to the ground carrying me with him. His hands-free my face I open my eyes, throw the knife up in the air, and catch it by the handle. We land with a thud.

I quickly scramble up, off the floor.

''Oliver ex- "

As gasping for air, a burning sensation erupts in my stomach. Blood starts pouring out of me.

Oliver's eyes lock onto something hidden in the shadows behind me, his eyes fill with horror as a ghastly silhouette fills the room.

"Hey Cassie"

"Kat?"

My bloodied body falls to the floor. It all goes dark.