Bleeding Rose

Chapter 4: Come Back

Dustin pressed the marker to his skin and wrote. He didn't even care if people saw him, he needed to do this. He needed his Rose back, but he knew he would never get her back. He knew he would probably never see her beautiful face again.

Six feet below the surface. Dirt of fine soil. Blood of bright Crimson. Behind the purple curtain. Death awaits. Yellow shoes and pink hair.

Even Dustin was confused by his own writing. He often tried to think about what they meant. He often tried to remember the times before he was found in that bathroom after absentmindedly admitting that he supposedly killed this one girl. He tried so often that it caused his head to throb like a bomb waiting to explode. Usually his mind cleared and everything was better when Rosalie came in. He would calm down and do his best to smile at her. He would try and communicate to her and when he finally did, she was token away. After his stupid dream/vision/whatever it was. In his mind people came. They tortured Rosalie. They took her away from him and her home. They made her bleed and cry and wish she was dead. Dustin got scared. He got scared it would happen and he wouldn't be there to save and protect her. He worried. He tried to warn her but that was only token the wrong way. Of course it was. Why wouldn't it? Dustin got up and kicked his mattress, hoping that would make him feel better. It didn't. He needed Rosalie. "Come back." He whispered to her words on the wall. "Come back to me." He whispered, laying his hand on the wall and mentally envisioning her next to him with her small yet reassuring smile.

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"So let me get this straight. You're gonna sneak a piece of paper into Dustin's cell and eventually try to get him out?" Laken asked with wide eyes.

Rosalie nodded. She felt like it was the right things to do. She felt it in her soul and it made her skin crawl just thinking about doing nothing.

"I'm sorry to say this Rose, but your crazy. Completely nuts." Laken said, leaning back in her chair.

Rosalie pouted. "S-s-so-o y-y-you w-w-won't h-he-help-p m-m-me?" She asked sadly, her words catching in her throat, causing her to have that constant stutter.

"Of course I'll help you. you've just gone as crazy as me. Well at least not quite." Laken said with a playful wink. "So what will this sneaky note happen to say?" Laken said, leaning forward again.

Rosalie shrugged. Of course she actually knew what it was going to say, but she just didn't want to say it in front of Laken because that discussion was between Rosalie and Dustin.

"Okay." Laken said. "Ah...good start." She said and blinked. "So what do you want me to do?" She asked.

Rosalie sighed and told her. She told her exactly what she wanted her to do and exactly when to do it. She told her how and where and Laken understood perfectly. Rosalie knew this would be a challenge for her best friend who loved to act and was actually quite good at it. Laken smiled and they agreed to meet at the asylum at exactly five, which was in one hour and they had to get ready.

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Yay! Update! Sorry I didn't o one in so long. I was busy with my other stories and got caught up with work. So enjoy.

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