Roses never stay red, they never do.
She was sitting on the couch, silently watching the television set when a hard and very loud sound came from the wooden door. She removed her cover and proceeded towards the door. Opening the door, fear struck her body. She slammed the door and opened the back, running in a full sprint towards the woods. It was chasing her, taunting and teasing along the way. Then with the worst of luck yet, she fell and she struggled to get back up. It caught her and dragged her back through the woods toward her house. She scream and faught, but all was all useless. It tossed her body from tree to tre, hitting her against every branch in sight. She felt like a dying rose which was once red but now black as a cold heart. She screamed at the neighbors near her home for help but non seemed to acknowledge her presence as if she was never there. She didnt understand. Her enemy opened the door to her room and tied her to the bed without mercy in its eyes. It left the room, leaving her in fright , only to return with a knife with dry blood on its tip. It came closer and closer until there was very little space between the two. It struck her multiple times in the heart without even blinking twice and with no hesitation.
She was dead
The enemy was fear, betryal, hurt, pain, and loss
That girl was me.
