When The Last Rose Blooms

Chapter 3

Rose froze, a chill rolling down her spine & she slowly turned towards the closet. She thought it was like something out of a horror movie... She knew it was the dumbest idea to actually go towards the ringing in her closet, but, she couldn't help her curiosity from making her feet walk to the closet. She kept the phone to her ear as she reached for the little knob, the wood was cool, even against her clamy, sweating hands. She took in a deep breath & closed the phone... The ringing stopped... She continued to hold her breath, getting ready to let out an ear shattering scream when whatever was in there jumped out at her. There was no way she was gonna go down without a fight... Or an attempt of a struggle... She could imagine some sort of beast staring at her from in between the slots in the door, like a stalker looking through the blinds of a window. Rose braced herself & quickly slid open the closet & looked into it... There was nothing... She let out her breath in a relieved sigh, but then looked into the closet “That's. . . Impossible. . . “ she thought aloud. She looked through it more, looking up on the shelf & through the clothes to the back of the closet, & she still found nothing. She stood there, staring at her closet for a couple of minutes, beginning to question her sanity. She forced herself to shut the closet door & turn to her bed, her mind in a jumble. “What the hell is going on?” she thought, everything seemed to be so weird lately. She couldn't even put a finger on what she was feeling at that moment. Something in her life just seemed so... “off”. There was just a weird vibe coming from the world around her, like something was different, but she just couldn't SEE it. She sat on her bed & flopped down on her side, facing the closet, still staring at it... And she slowly drifted away into sleep.

Rose shot up in bed, she had that feeling again, someone was watching her. She suddenly remembered the ringing... The closet... She looked over to the closet & began to look around the room again when she stopped herself & did a double take... The doors were open. “. . . I. . . I closed those. . . “ she thought to herself. She slowly got up & reached for the doors, slowly closing them as her eyes scanned the inside briefly. “She shook her head & let out a sigh “That's it,” she said aloud “I'm going insane!” she exclaimed lightly, putting her forehead to the now closed closet door. “Oh, no, you're not going crazy, Rose” said a male voice from the other side of the room “You just don't know what's goin on, yet.”. Rose froze on the spot, her eyes widening, someone was in her room! A GUY was in her room! She was terrified, her mind frenzied with the thoughts of what he may do to her. “Wh-who are you!?” she asked, her voice almost cracking from her immense fear “What do you want!?” she couldn't stop herself from shaking & her whole body went cold. “Rose, you already know me quite well, you've known me for a while now.” he said, his voice sounded SO familiar, but, her mind was just so overwhelmed, she couldn't place it. “I do?” she asked, hoping that this wouldn't become some kind of game for a sick, twisted, psychopath. “Of course you do!” the man said cheerfully, & then the lights flickered on in her room. She spun around quickly, but gasped when she saw someone standing right in front of her. “But, he sounded like he was across the room...” she thought to herself “He was NOT this close to me!” she looked up at him, he seemed about her age, maybe 19 or 20, he had pitch black hair that slightly hung in his face. His eyes were an intense blue with hints of arctic ice blue in them. His skin was pale, but a good pale, it was fair & perfect. You could see his slightly muscular frame from underneath his black, v-neck, t-shirt. It fit him perfectly. The rest of his outfit consisted of black cargo pants & a pair of low top boots. She shook her head & became dissapointed in herself when she realized she was admiring a total stranger who was IN HER ROOM!

He looked up at him suspiciously “I don't know you, I've never seen you before in my life!”, she braced herself for a struggle, but her defenses totally crumpled when she heard him laugh “Because I've never SHOWN you me, but you know me.” He laughed again & smiled at her. That laugh...That laugh she knew... “MATT!?” she gasped in astonishment. “Bingo” he said, poking her on the nose gently with his index finger & smiling her. She looked at his smile, his smile surely did match the pleasantness of his laugh. She paused when she spotted his canines, they seemed a little longer than normal, but, she knew their were such “deformities” that could occur like that. She looked back up at Matt, now completely confused “What are YOU doing HERE!? HOW did you get here!? When!?” she was a wreck of questions, until she thought about the ringing again, she had been calling HIM when she had heard it. She looked up at him, a look of incredibility on her face “Were you in my CLOSET!?” . Matt smiled a moment & scratched his head a bit “Well, yeah, I admit it was a little unfomfortable, but, I couldn't find a flat nearby to rent until I could talk to you & well... One thing just kind of led to another & here I am!” he smiled a moment. Rose raised her eyebrows & then tilted her head slightly when she noticed something “. . . You just said 'Flat'. . . You just said 'Flat' in a British accent! Why are you using a British accent!?” She was just SO CONFUSED! It was one thing after another with this guy! “Oooh, bloody hell, I forgot about that. Um. . Yeah, I'm actually from England you see & uh” he gave a sheepish smile, embarassment all over his face “I've been, sort of, faking an American accent because, well, with what I can say right now? I kind of had to. . .” Rose couldn't believe what she was hearing! She brushed passed him & went to her bed, sitting on the edge & holding her head, her elbows resting on her knees “I think my head is going to explode. . . . “ she said with a groan. She didn't even have enough time to register the fact that there was somebody in her room, but NOW that someone was someone she had been talking to almost every night for a year, & NOW that person who she thought she knew pretty well was actually British & had been faking he was American. Why? For WHAT? What ELSE was he hiding from her?