As I looked down at my shirt I became weaker, my vision became blurry, and I lost conscientiousness. I woke up with her racing towards the hospital, while being bombarded by gunfire. I grabbed my pistol and began firing, I managed to shoot out one of their tires, and I watched as their car span out and crashed into a pole. I barely survived that night, I needed a blood transfusion, and she was the only one i knew with my blood type. While I was recovering she was always by my side, comforting me and reading to me. I loved her, she was my rose. When I was released it was almost midnight, I could barely see anything except the bright stars above. But then I saw him.
