The White Rose

Hello Mr. Dirt Face

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                                   I felt something tug at my sleeve. I tried avoiding it by turning around but to no avail. I opened my eyes a tiny bit , and focused on finding the cause of the annoying tugging. A small , pale hand was placed on my sleeve. I moved my eyes upward till I saw the little girl’s face.  She was no more than 6 years old. Her face was beautiful. With her brown curly hair that reached her waste, and honey brown eyes that made you want to swim in them. Her skin was pale and you could tell that her skin was smooth.

                         She stood up and started walking away towards a huge wooden door. She turned , half-way to the door, and waved for me to follow her. I stood , my body aching all over. I walked behind her, between the dark , cold hallways. The floor was made of a dark grey marble , and the walls were made of a dark brown wood. There were wooden doors on both sides of the hallway. The little girl, who didn’t speak the whole way, walked into a room with a pair of tall, wide doors.             

                    Slowly moving into the room, I quickly found out that the room was actually a kitchen. The room was much to big to be considered as a kitchen but, the silver fridge , the hundreds of cabinets , and the sink gave it away. The little girl went up to an elderly woman. The woman was average height. She had bright blue eyes that sent a wave of secureness to you. Her white hair was held up in a tight bun. 

                  “ My , my , my!! You are a beauty. What , may I ask , are you doing in the King’s palace?”

I stayed there shocked as I just now started to register what happened before I went unconscious. The prince………His room………. What the prince had said. How cruel he was. 

                              The first thing that I did after my state of shock was run. I turned and ran straight out the door. I ran and ran till my feet hurt and begged me to stop. 

           There was something weird. No one ran after me , as if they new I would fail. Fail at getting out of this cursed place. 

                     There were footsteps from behind me , so I ran faster , till I saw two enormous doors. Is that the exit? I took my chances and bolted to it. My fingers were mere inches away from the doorknob, when I was pushed into the wall. My head hit a strong surface with a thud. I groaned and tried to stand up. When I failed miserably, I made it my mission to heavily torture the person who had pushed me. 

                          I looked up , and , at what I saw, my blood boiled. There, standing against the wall opposite to me , was non other than the prince of jerks. 

The prince , or as I like , no, love to call him now , my monster, had a smirk plastered on his ugly face. Well he wasn’t ugly but , I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction AT ALL! 

Oh how I wanted to slap that smirk right of his face. 

                        “ Oh !  Are you ok , Daisy? Or was your name Tulip?” His smirk became wider. I looked at my surroundings and noticed that there were tables with numerous vases on them. Never know , one vase , or maybe 2 , will come in handy one day. 

                       “ First, my name is Rose, dirt face. Second,” I said while slowly getting up, “ Did anyone teach you any manners? I mean pushing ladies into walls is so………………….. childish. Oh darn! I forgot, you probably already new that. And third, and may i say , my favorite, go crawl into a hole and DIE!” I grabbed a vase and flung it at him. He was surprised , but still managed to block himself. 

                    His features darkened , except for his eyes. His eyes , surprisingly , became brighter, like blue fire. 

        He walked slowly to me , but I didn’t move. I managed to keep a sharp piece of the vase behind my back. He was a meter away when I shot my hand out , aiming for his arm. I stabbed his forearm and blood trickled out of the wound. He stared at it with a look of…….. amusement ? This guy is a psychopath! I’ll make sure I take him to a mental institution , heck , I’ll even pay the fee for him! 

                          He looked back up into my eyes , the amusement still there. “ It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my own blood.” He paused , then added “ But if you want blood , I’ll show you blood.” He said with a grin. Terrified, I kicked him hard. He fell to the ground , and I took that as my chance to bolt for the door again. 

                          The door wouldn’t budge so I ran up the stairs that was placed in the middle of the castle. I ran and tripped numerous times, falling on my face, until I reached  a dull hallway. I ran and went into the door farthest to the end. 

I went in and closed the door behind me. I searched the room till I found the light switch and flipped it on. 

                         The room was vaguely familiar. I racked my brain for why this room was familiar when I remembered. This is dirt face’s ugly room. I put on my thinking face and thought. What should I do now? A brilliant idea popped into my brain. 

                            Time to get to work……..………………….

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