Tortured love ~ a Trevor Moran fanfiction

Chapter 5

Rose's pov:

I looked around, I was surrounded by darkness. I guess heaven didn't really exist after all. As I was looking around, I felt a cool mist slither past my legs, I looked closer and could make out a shimmering fog surrounding me. Everything was so dark and actually quite frightening.

Suddenly a bright light came out of nowhere, and seemed to extend into nowhere. The light was blinding. Yet I stared at it, there was something about it. Then a figure appeared. The light was allowing me to see only the outline of the figure. I could tell it was a woman, around my height. She had long wavy hair, that easily reached past her chest. She was thin, but still had curves. It wasn't until I saw her face that I recognized her. How could I not, she hasn't changed since I was nine.

"Rose? Is that you? You were not supposed to be here for years." My mother said

"Mom? It's me Rose"

By now I could see everything about her. Her smile, her slim face, the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, into her lower back. Her white dress that seemed to move with the mist. And her dark brown eyes that could make anybody's heart stop.

"Why are you here Rose?"

"I-I don't remember" I stuttered a little, but managed to get the words out.

"You tried to end your life, why?" She questioned.

"It's hard to live when nobody cares if you are dead or alive. When you are thrown around every day, by the one person who should love you." I said, a few tears brimming the edges of my eyes.

"Rosalee, do you think anybody will miss you?" She asked in a soft voice.

"No" I responded, knowing it was the truth.

"Are you sure? I believe there is a group of people that will for sure miss you every day, would you like to see?" She asked, motioning to a shimmering section of wall. I nodded my head, very curious to see who she could be talking about. Suddenly the shimmering section of air started to change colors, but soon an image started to take shape.

Slowly, I could see what looked like a teenage boys room. I was right. There was a boy no older than 15 sitting on the bed, legs crossed, head in his hands, weeping. I looked on his bed, and there was the note that I wrote. It was addressed to

Ricky. I never thought he would be sad at my death.

Then the image changed, it showed a teenage boy with curly hair. He was pinned up on the wall by a man that looked heavily intoxicated. I knew what was going to happen next, I had gone through it all to many times. The mans fist connected with Sam's temple, he fell to the ground, as he was falling his arm was raised into the hair to try to grab support. This is when I noticed the yet again all to familiar white and red slashes from razors. I knew that he had been through the same shit that I had, and I wanted to help him, but I'm dead.

"I need to help him" I whispered, tears threatened to fall down my cheeks like waterfalls.

"Wait, there is more" she responded, looking back to the shimmering picture.

The scene suddenly flickered to show a teary-eyed Kian. He was holding a picture of a young girl. She had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and looked about 6 years old. Next to the picture was a news article. On it, it stated,

March 3, 2008 Ashlee Lawley age 5 was found beaten, bloody, and dead behind a dumpster at the local mall. Her older brother Kian Lawely, age 8, was also found at the scene, crying over the mangled body. Police believe that the young girl suffered from child abuse. The parents are nowhere to be found, the case is still under investigation.