"Rosalie." Laken hissed as Rosalie scaled the asylum wall.
Rosalie didn't answer her friend. She knew this asylum like the back of her hand. Every nook, cranny, and security camera. The wall was slanted inwards to the people on the inside couldn't escape by crawling out. There was no roof over the courtyard area where the people could converse under much supervision. Rosalie jumped over the ledge and onto a picnic table on the other side. Then she whistled for Laken to follow her. Soon, Laken's blonde head poked over the ledge and down to the picnic table beside her.
"Ok. Where now?" Laken whispered.
Rosalie pointed to the security cameras then at the main hallway that led inside and to all the different cells. Then she pointed at the watch tower in the corner. She pointed at Laken then at the watch tower. She then pointed to herself then the hallway.
Laken nodded and the two split up to do their own part of the plan.
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Dustin sat on his bed writing again. Red words marked his skin, and wall.
Behind the purple curtain. Around the corner. Trees of gold. Six feet below the circus.
His clothes were ripped and his silver eyes were flashing with anger and sadness.
Rose. Please come back to me.
He wrote those two sentences up and down his arms, legs, and torso. Suddenly there was a knock on his door. Dustin spun around to face it and a note slipped through the small crack underneath the door. Dustin slowly stood up and picked up the letter and opened it.
"Dustin. It's from Rosalie. I'm not giving up on you. I want to help you, but my mother had banned me from any connection with you. I'm going to talk to you through letters and eventually brake you out for good. Stay strong.
Love, Rosalie/the bleeding rose."
Dustin put the note on his desk and sat down with a slight smile. His wild eyes darted from his marker to his arm. He picked up the marker again and wrote.
My Rose has returned. She cares. She knows. My rose. My beautiful bleeding rose.
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"We did it! Oh my gosh. I feel so evil." Laken squealed as they met at the café after their little 'adventure'.
"Y-y-y-yah." Rosalie smiled.
"Oooo. This was so fun! I can't wait to do it again." Laken smiled as she sipped on her chai tea.
"Yah." Rosalie sighed.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Rose
RomanceEighteen year old Rosalie Myers doesn't talk because of her mild stutter. Nineteen year old Dustin Michaels is insane who writes on his walls with a red marker. It's year 3045 and Rosalie's mother is the owner of an insane asylum where Rosalie of...
