Beasts and bloody roses

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"No!" I scream as I run. The carbon dioxide escaping from my mouth like pressed air in a balloon when you squeeze it.

The beast is wailing behind me. Wailing and chasing, wailing and chasing. Its every howl makes my heart beat faster and faster and I can swear a beat that fast is unearthliness.

The hallway in front of me comes to an end and the walls around me are now clouds that carry me. I'm contemplating whether or not I should jump to the pit of nothingness as I'm floating.

I turn around at once when I hear a sob. The roaring beast is replaced by a little girl. Dark hair, pale complexion, and a pair of obsidian black eyes, eyes I know too well. This girl... is me.

"Help me" a tear is streaming down her face. I notice her puffy eyes, her swollen lips. "Please" I can barely hear her say.

"What is the matter?" I approach her with a frown placed between my eyebrows.

I get on my knees and start caressing her cheek with the back of my hand. She extends her little arms around me and we stay like that for a while, our faces buried in each others hair. Only a minute passes by when I realize that my shoulder is wet, and it's not her tears that drenched my shirt.

My face is buried in a fur instead of the girl's soft hair. Before I even get the chance to regain the control of my body, pain floods every cell of it. The beast pulls back and I immediately cover with my palm the place where my neck meets my shoulder. But a surprised expression replaces my pained one when I perceive that it's not blood what I feel, but thorns.

I wrap my fingers around the stem and pull the flower out of the wound. And that's when I see it.

I'm bleeding...I'm bleeding roses.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 24, 2019 ⏰

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