Bleeding Rose

Chapter 3: You Will Bleed

Rosalie gently rubbed Dustin's back, trying to soothe him.

Dustin was angrily scrubbing down words of nonsense ;Sunshine will block out rain. Pain will numb your thoughts. Behind the purple curtain. Around the corner. Trees of gold. Six feet below the circus.

He scribbled until his hands ached and he had to set down the marker. His fingers still scribbled in the air, writing words only he could see. He blinked quickly and sweat formed on his brow. He was biting his lip so hard that he started to draw blood.

Rosalie knit her brows together in worry. Her green eyes glittered with concern. He's never acted like this around her before. He must be upset about something. She wish she knew or he would tell her.

Broken glass shaders a soul. Yellow eyes and green lips. Crimson blood scatters the white ground. Behind the purple curtain. Around the corner. Trees of gold. Six feet below the circus.

His words made no sense to Rosalie. The pattern was weird. Creepy but constant. His silver eyes sparked with anger and rage. His face was paled and his hands shook. Rosalie set her hand on his forearm, trying to soothe his tense muscles. She grabbed his marker with her free hand.

"Calm down, Dustin." She wrote on an empty space in the wall.

Dustin glanced between the writing and her. A frown slowly crept across his face. Tears started to well in his gorgeous eyes. He violently shook his head, his hair falling in his face. "I-I'm scared." Is all he muttered. He bit his lip and looked at her terrified. He took one of the markers and pressed the red tip to the wall.

"They're coming for you Rose and you will bleed. You are the bleeding rose." He wrote swiftly.

Rose looked at it, then looked at home wide-eyed and terrified. "W-w-wh-wha-what?" She asked him.

Dustin looked at her and frowned. Worry lines crinkled around his eyes. His wild eyes sparked with rage. He looked at her, placing a hand on hers that rested on his forearm.

Suddenly the door behind them swung open and Rosalie's mother stormed into the room. She grabbed Rosalie's arm and dragged her out of the room. Dustin sprung up to try and keep Rosalie from leaving but her mother had already dragged her out and locked the door.

"You must stay away from him, Rose." She said sternly. "No more visits. No more interaction. Period." She said, letting go of her arm and waking off.

Rosalie sat there stunned. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks as she looked at the soundproof door to Dustin's room. She bit the inside of her cheek as curiosity and worry coursed through her veins. No more.

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Inside Dustin threw his fists into the door, screaming words that couldn't be deciphered. Hot tears fell from his eyed, which were now squeezed shut. He fell against the door, crying and pulling at his shaggy hair. His knuckles were bleeding and his face was red. His throat ached from screaming and crying. "NOOOOOO!" He screamed into his hands. His one tie to sanity had been taken away from him. His one and only connection to reality, now gone.

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"Are you serious?" Laken asked after she got done reading Rosalie's written-down version of what happened earlier that day.

Rosalie nodded and sighed, hugging her warm coffee to her chest.

"So what now?" Laken asked, sliding he notebook back in her direction.

Rosalie shrugged and breathed in the warm steam that rolled up from the mug in her hands.

"That sucks." Laken said, sipping on her chai tea. Her golden blonde hair was swept into a ponytail that cascaded down her back in perfect ringlets.

"Y-y-yah." Rosalie agreed. The whole situation was terrible and helpless. She wished that her mom wasn't so pretext ice and controlling. He never tried to hurt her. It was like he was sending her a warning for something that might happen, as if he could see the future or something.

Laken sighed and brought her bottom lip in between her teeth and bit down lightly, careful not to draw blood or hurt herself. She stirred her tea with a spoon and locked off the stuff that was left behind when she took it out. "Do you believe him?" She asked.

"Y-y-yah." Rosalie said with a sigh. She was sure he was telling the truth. She was sure of it.