Darkened Roses [Complete][Book 1 of Roses Trilogy]

Chapter 22: Is she...?

•Ray's POV•

We turned on the news and almost five painful minutes later the story came on.

"Urgent news: Channel 14 news has just received a report of a plane crash approximately 3 minutes ago in the location of the Rocky Mountains. Firefighters and Police are responding to the crash of flight number 6095." The reporter put a finger to a Bluetooth on her ear.

"Wait. We're getting word that all passengers have not survived. One moment, we're getting word that there is one survivor, a female but we are not aware of her identity. She is semi-stable and will be flown to Arizona State Hospital." Then the broadcast stopped and Geoff shut off the TV.

"Get Ryan, Jack, Gavin and Michael on the phone, we're driving to Arizona" Geoff told me. I nodded and spent the next fifteen minutes calling the guys and in another thirty minutes they were huddled in Geoff's living room.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked as Gavin stood near him, Jack flanking his other side.

"Rosalyn was involved in a plane crash in the Rocky Mountains. There was one survivor, a female and they flew her out to Arizona. We're going to get her as a family" Everyone nodded, not one of us needed convincing. Everyone piled into Jacks suv and began our journey, a GPS leading us towards Rose.

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It took 14 hours and a few pit stops, mostly for Gavin before we arrived in Phoenix, Arizona. Driving into the hospital, we pulled into a parking spot. All six of us piled out and headed inside.

"Hello, I am here with my five brothers to see if we could see who the plane crash survivor of flight 6095 and well, our sister was on that plane." The receptionist looked at us, before looking at her sheet.

"Last name?" She asked after clicking a few keyboard keys.

"Elms" she scrolled a little on her computer glancing at the screen.

"Sorry, she was identified as Juniper Little" I said nothing but turned around. We headed to the suv, the guys all trying to comfort me. Tears streaked down my face as I just leaned on the door, watching the scenery change as the guys murmured softly to each other. She has to be alive, she just has to be.

•POV Change- Rose•

My eyes flew open, a cough escaping my throat. A dead stench filled my nose as I glanced around. I felt no pain, and got up from my seat. When I stood, my body didn't, I looked at the still corpse, a severe gash down the chest, blood pumping furiously from a major artery that had been sliced open.

You were not to die, you were never supposed to be on this plane A familiar voice wrapped around my ears. Looking over I saw a pale figure, dressed in a beautiful white gown.

"Jennifer" The name slipped through my lips. The figure turned her head towards me. Her eyes paled from being a spirit, her hair a lighter red than before. Smiling, she swept over to me, wrapping her arms around my own form. I gave her a hug back, my arms tightening around her.

You are to be given another chance, because your destiny didn't lie in dying at this time in your life Jen's words seemed to appear in my head. I backed up a few steps, watching her.

"I'm sorry about Lily, I wish I could have taken care of her instead of giving her to our brother" I confessed, a tear streaking down my face.

You weren't supposed to care for my daughter, it was James's destiny. You will have your own little one to care for I was taken aback. I couldn't handle Lily, what makes her think I can care for my own.

"With who?" She didn't answer, just smiled a knowing smile. Backing up, Jen looked to the sky, where a black bird flew overhead.

Time for you to return. Any life threatening injuries will heal. You must find your own way back, but I will always be watching and guiding from time to time. I'm very proud of you Rosalyn and good luck. Jen raised her arms up, spoke a few words in a different dialect and then brought her arms down.

My eyes flew open again, this time I felt pain in my leg, arm and face. I pulled myself up into a standing position with a hiss of pain. My arm was broken and I had a sprained ankle and cuts everywhere. Any blood had dried up and was caked under each cut. Stumbling away from the dead bodies of the other passengers, I made my way to the front of the plane, bursting out a hole from police and firefighters.

The sun glared down at me, its intense light forcing me to shade my eyes with my good arm. I needed a stick, something sturdy to set my broken arm. Thank heaven I watched doctor shows at times. Taking a few steps, I deduced my leg wasn't broken anywhere, all the pain was from my ankle. So I hobbled along, searching for a stick. Eventually I found one and ripped a portion of the bottom of my shirt and wrapped the stick to my arm like a cast. Now was the fun part, survive and find civilization. Judging by the mountains rising up on either side of where I was, it would take a while.

I hope Rays okay though, I'm not sure my text even went through. Fortunately for myself, Mother had forced Jen and I to take survival courses because she, along with my father, thought we should be prepared for anything. This was a few months before they were killed. Here goes nothing, I pray a town is nearby though because I can feel the constant cracking of the dried blood and the pain in my ankle and arm hurt. I will get back to you Ray, no matter how long it takes, because I truly love you.

[you all thought I killed her in the beginning of the chapter huh? Don't worry, there are many more adventures for Rosalyn and Ray. Bye for now my little Mogars]