Chapter 1

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Saorsa's POV
When I was nine I never understood. I should have listened to mum, I should have killed myself.
They won't leave me alone, and if they do it's because they're planning something.
Mum would always talk to someone when she was alive, telling them to go away, that she hated them and wished she would die.
I never understood, I wish I listened more, I wish I listened to them.
It started on my 9th birthday, I was eating cake with dad in the living room when mum came running towards us screaming,
"THEY'RE HERE !"
But something dragged her back into the kitchen, it was invisible at the time, I couldn't have understood. Dad was taken soon after and I sat there screaming until the police arrived. The neighbors had called the police because they'd heard screaming, and when they arrived there was blood everywhere in the kitchen and no bodies.
There was no signs of a break in, no forced entries or open windows. The doors were locked and there wasn't any fingerprints left behind. There wasn't a weapon left behind or any indication that there was a murder, except from the blood.
I was sent to an orphanage at 10 years old after my aunt, who i had been staying with had died too, the same had happened, no murderer, no weapon, just blood. Lots of blood.
I hated the orphanage. It was a relief when I was adopted and I loved my foster parents. Until they died in a fire when I was 15. The police connected the dots and said I was to blame. But by then I knew. I could see them too and I suddenly understood.
My mums last words were "kill yourself before they do !"
And I wish I did.
I was sent to Barclay mental institution when I was 17, after 2 years of tests and blood samples and I was announced
" mentally unstable" and a "psychopath"
Of course they would say that. They couldn't see what I could. They didn't see it. They couldn't.
The rose family was cursed. We could see what others could not. We could hear what others ignored. We were haunted. We were hunted.
They would be by your side from birth and wouldn't leave unless you were dead. When you turn 13, that's when you start seeing them. After that, there's no going back. You can't kill yourself, you can't die on your own, the only way out is if they kill you. They isolate you. Make you feel alone and won't stop until you are. They corrupt your mind, take over your body and use you to do what they'd like.

I don't know why it's the roses. I don't know why it's me. I can't hold on much longer, and I know it won't be long until I'm gone. The guards are seeing some changes in me, they think I'm getting better but that's what the creatures want them to think. I'll be allowed out with the other patients soon. I know they're planning something, they've been too quiet lately. Too quiet. It won't be long.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 06, 2016 ⏰

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