My Name Is Mary

Chapter 1- A Rose Unfurls

Within this world are many beautiful things. The birds that sing tunes to the whispering flowers of the night, the glowing stars that are littered across the sky like an elegant painting, the sun that kisses the horizon, giving a farewell of many graded colors mixing into others, the leaves that fall from a tree, dancing like ballerinas in the crisp air, all of these things are graced to us by something far more beautiful than even this world can offer, but with all of the beauty surrounding us there are also things that destroy the beauty of them. Death,hunger, poverty, loss, pain, these are all things brought to us by a hand as harsh as the fatalities and suffering caused within them. With so many wonderful things in the world, why is it that what decides our future is the color of our eyes? In this society people judge a blood line purely on the color of one's eyes, and all under the lead of a man that desires to be somewhat of a God, using his eyes as harsh needles, power to strike us all,instead of using them for beauty and peace. His name is Roman, but even though he is amongst many humans he has inspired this revolution, this change in the world we thought we knew. He stands above crowds of many, riling them up with his speeches, and then with one simple swoop makes it harder for the people like me, the people who belong to a low bloodline. My name is Rosemary, an albino female that belongs to the lowest blood line possible "red." Sometimes, I look in the mirror and curse at the reflection I see, ashamed of the destiny that was written out for me just because of those foul crimson eyes. If I could change anything, it wouldn't be my soft, snow like skin, it wouldn't be the fact that my hair is colorless, it wouldn't be the fact that I will always be looked down upon, it would be those orbs that have been forced into my skull, and onto my face, for those eyes have written out everything before me. After a while I found someone who could love me however, despite my eye color. His name was Azul, and he had light brown orbs. For a while now,despite the tragedy that grew around us, we had managed to live together and create our own form of happiness. All of these thoughts swirled around my mind as I stared at the cream ceiling, taking in every crevice of the room that I had once slept in. As I sat up, my mind spinning in attempt to regain awareness loud crashing could be heard. "Azul," I whispered out, chuckling softly at the wall as I began to listen to him fall through the hallway. I watched as the boy slid into my room, giggling as his curling, brown ringlets of hair fell down into his coffee brown eyes ever so slightly. "Sorry." He said in his weak yet soothing voice, sliding from his tongue like the finest silk of all the land. I could only chuckle more as I looked to the wooden tray laced within his fingers holding a brown bowl of oatmeal like liquid and juice. "I-I made you breakfast." He stuttered out, a bit unsure with himself as he gingerly made his way to my bedside, setting the sloppy mess against the pale sheets. I smiled at him and nodded out a "thank you" as I then began to consume the liquid. The cold spoon met with my frail lips as the sweet taste of cinnamon indulged my senses. "Y-You know Rosemary, a new market just opened up... A-And I was wondering if you would want to come with me to check it out." He cooed softly as his form peered out of the cream colored curtains that once blocked the outside world.As soon as I finished up the sloppy breakfast I got out of bed, letting my feet meet the cold wooden floors, patting against the welcoming hardwood as I made my way to the closet. "I would love to Azul." I called out as I scrolled through the many rags that I called "clothing." My hand stopped flipping through the hangers as my eyes were met with a brown leather jacket; identical to the one Azul always wears. I could feel tears brim in my eyes as I tried to hold them back like water clashing on a dam. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for a girl such as me. "Oh Azul," I cried out, "T-This is wonderful."I brought him in, taking in his sweet scent as I leaned into the embrace. "It's no problem, now go get dressed." He cheered out. Excitement took over as I rushed into the bathroom, being greeted with the flower printed walls of the small, yet welcoming, restroom. I let the soft gown fall from my form as I pulled on tattered jeans, a tank top, and the jacket. I smiled, shrugging in the mirror as I let the warmth of the leather welcome me. I had never felt so happy, so at home. I let my fingers dance on the silver doorknob as I went into the hallway, meeting with not only Azul, but the mess he had made earlier. I giggled to myself as Azul just stopped and threw the dustpan onto the floor and causally dusted off his hands while saying, "We'll worry about this later." I nodded afterwards and then locked arms with him, walking out of the door, being met with the embrace of the wind. We then began our voyage down the street, the beautiful outdoors beaming gratefully with our presence. The sun danced above the clouds, shining down on the beautiful sunflowers gracing them with light. The thick aroma of morning dew permeated our nostrils and the grass swayed with the whistling currents of wind, but all the beauty was swept away by the thick smell of smoke and iron. Fear took over me, washing away the joy I once had, and I began dashing towards the scents. "W-Wait!" Azul exclaimed,chasing regretfully after me. After a while the scent became too strong to bear, my lungs began to heave and choke for air as I looked to the source of this. A swarm of blue eyed soldiers stood, slaughtering anyone seen with a low bloodline. All I could do was watch in fear, that is, until I noticed that a young, brown eyed boy was watching as his father died, and struggling to keep himself alive. "STOP!" I yelled from my gaunt lungs as I took action and sprinted towards the soldier that was attacking the boy. Within seconds the soldier stared at me, his blue eyes waving with hate as he used the back of his gun to push me down to the cold ground, the blood of a fellow human soiling the back of the leather jacket Azul gave me. The man gave a harsh glare and a clicking emitted from his gun as he positioned his aim towards me, preparing to take my life. I then closed my eyes, waiting for the worst, only for it to never come. As my eyes opened once more I looked to find a body on top of me,the body of my love. "Azul," I cried out, pulling him close and letting his fading warmth cover me, his blood soiling my shirt. "D-Don't you dare give upon me Azul! You can't let them win! You can't let them take you like this!" I screamed out, shaking his body and begging to the God above that he would somehow come back to me. Azul hesitantly took the ruby from his neck and perched it upon mine. Like an idiot all he could do was smile and wipe away my tears while using his last breath to say, "Don't cry love, you're too pretty for that." After the choked out sentence ended his head fell, his brown eyes losing all the light that once hung over them and brought them life. "AZUL!" I desperately called to the dead man in my arms, but none of my screams would bring him back. Suddenly a harsh arm swept me up, tossing me over his shoulder like I was property and then proceeded to march away, leaving the dying memory of Azul on the ground to be burned along with all the other bodies that were strewn across the concrete. I screamed, pounding against the soldier's shoulder and chanting Azul's name continually, until the man decided to silence me by hitting me with his gun, and taking my consciousness away, everything slipping into the black.