Rose

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"Let your faith be bigger than your fear."

❀Rose Emerson❀

Parents warn their kids to not walk around alone in the night because it's dangerous.

They claim there's evil lurking around.

Yet, here I was, outside in a dark alley.

Alone.

I always took walks in the night time. No one ever knows I leave the house, ever. Maybe it's the fact that they don't pay much attention to me unless for those times.. That I can't talk about.

I hug my jacket tighter to my body for warmth. My eyes look around the dark alley as I walk through it. The only light is the moon glistening in the dark sky. One person would be scared to pass by these alleys, but I don't feel afraid. My shoes walking against the cement and my breathing is the only sound I hear and the rest is silent.

You would never know if someone would just jump out of no where and attack you. This thought doesn't strike my fear because I can fight back if I wanted. I've learned that's sometimes evil doesn't come from the dark deserted areas, but it can even be in the brightest places.

The evil would not show their true colours in the outside world. They keep hidden until they are in their own sanctuaries to come out.

I walk down the sidewalk as I exit the alley and make my way towards home.

Home? Should I even call it home? It's more like a place I live in, it's no home. The word home should bring comfort to you, but mine doesn't.

I reach my dump of a house and climb the ladder that reaches my bedroom window. I enter my bedroom and close the window shut.

I take off my jacket and place it on my desk chair. I kick off my shoes and lay in my bed. I stare at the ceiling. The dark, dark ceiling.

I'll be turning sixteen tomorrow and I just feel very nervous, I don't know why though.

There isn't much to know about me really. I'm just that one girl who is left alone and likes to be alone. No one dares to come near me, but it's not like I would allow them either. It's not like a have a choice though, I mean I'm not allowed to talk to anyone or I'll get in trouble.

My mom used to tell me how much of a rose I am, with thorns and all. I always asked her why? She told me I would know when I find myself. What did she mean by find myself? Was I lost?

The long conversations with my mom were amazing. She was my best friend. I would tell her everything and it was so easygoing with her. She was a sweet and beautiful woman.

My dad was a very nice man and loved my mom so much. We had such great memories. But there has to be bad moments, right?

Well, everything crashed down four years ago when my mom was diagnosed with cancer. She took her medication and both my father and I were by her side.

One night after a year of living with cancer, she felt extremely horrible and my dad wasn't home. I called the ambulance and they came. I rode in the back with her, holding her hand.

She looked really pale, paler than she was. I was scared, being the ten year old that I was. Her lips were dried up and her eyes watery. She looked like she was in so much pain.

Once we arrived at the hospital, she was led into an emergency room. All her pain was due to the cancer. I let go of her hand and she was led away from me.

I waited in the waiting room to be approached by a doctor or nurse. I was crying, crying for my mom. Finally, a doctor approached me and told me about my moms condition.