BlackRose

1:Blood and Letters

I stood by the door and watched as my sister sat in her room, tears streaming down her face, rapidly writing letters, reading them, and tearing them apart. Letters were scattered around the room. I felt a tug at my heart, I sensed that it was about something I didn't know. With a heavy heart, I went to sleep that night.

The next morning, Mel still looked sad. As I got ready for school , my sister prepared for something, she looked at me and smiled melancholically before waving goodbye. As I closed the door to her room, she stood there, staring at the mirror, at the person wearing a red dress symbolizing some kind of suffering. On her bedside table was a neatly folded envelope with a black rose on it. The clutter from the night before had disappeared completely, leaving no traces, as if a void of silence had hit the room.

As I sat in school, all I could think of was Mel and her letters. I couldn't wait to get home. When school ended, I ran home and as I crossed the zebra crossing, I saw a crowd of people gathered around an upturned black car.

There, lying in a pool of blood, was Mel. Her short black hair was wet with blood, and her beautiful black eyes had no life in them. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I saw the snares of death dancing around her.