Thorn (Discontinued)

Chapter 10

He was gone forever now. It was so easy, just one whack and he was dead. I was stunned, by my actions. I had never thought I would be capable to do something like this...something so evil.

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The clouds filled the sky and a cool breeze beat against the manor. Today was the day he would be put to rest. I sat at the vanity and stared at my reflection. I felt different again, I felt empty on the inside. I got up and walked myself downstairs. My mother and father were waiting in the foyer staring at the spot where he laid dead. They glanced at me then walked outside motioning for me to follow. The stagecoach was rather large and elaborate with red upholstery throughout the inside. I got inside after my mother and my father followed. No one had said a word the entire ride. I stared out the window and looked at the land. When we arrived the sky seemed to grow darker every minute. we walked through the damp short grass and over to the grave. The grave was rather intricate. The casket laid in the grave ready to be lowered down into the grave. Knowing that bastard laid inside made me feel relived. He was gone forever, never would he bother me or anyone with his wicked ways. As we stood watching the casket being lowered, rain drops began to fall. I felt the cold water rush down my face and I stood staring at the headstone as the rain began to pour. My mother and father started to head back to stagecoach, but I stayed, I needed some type of closure.

"You know that won't help you feel better." I had heard. I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was there but no one was to be seen in any direction. I began to walk out of the cemetery but noticed a small line of smoke coming from a corner in the cobblestones. I walked over to see what it was. It looked like a small cigar, but this though was recently lit and still smoking. I then hurried out of the cemetery to avoid another incident again. I felt if I were going mad again, I knew I was hearing things and seeing things that weren't there. I walked backed to the stagecoach to find it gone. I stood there frantically looking around for someone, to see if they could help me get home. As I looked I noticed something in the forest. I turned to see what it was. Her, the woman form my dreams, it was her that woman in the black dress and the blonde hair stood, resting on a tree with a black hat on and rather dark sunglasses and smoking that small cigar I had found. As she stood, smoking she had a slight smirk while she looked at me liked she knew who I was, and for some strange reason I felt as if I knew her too.

I managed to find someone working in the town that gave me ride to the manor. The rain continued to pour still but harder. I ran inside to escape the rain. Once I got inside I sat down on one of the couches in the foyer to rest. "I was going insane" I thought. The voice and the woman at the cemetery, she couldn't be real or could she? This question stuck with me for days, wondering what was going on, just what was happening with me.

I walked into the study to find my father sitting at his desk reading the many papers upon it. "Why", that was all I could say to him, just all I could manage to say now.

"It's...not what you think, it's-" I interrupted him " then tell me what it was" I stated. "its a loveless marriage, and a loveless family, Rosette, ever since your brother was murdered things just seem to get worse." "Then why, just tell me this please, why did you want me, this family?" "the truth is for my career, but after you were born my thoughts changed and-" "Your just a monster" then I stormed out, I now knew the truth, why he despised us. I ran upstairs to my bedroom and Locked the door. I just needed to be alone now just by myself.

Night fell and the moonlight cast shadows through the windows. I left my room and crept downstairs into my fathers study. I shut the doors behind me trying not to leave a path. I sat dow. At the desk and began to run my fingers across the desk top. I then opened one of the dewars and pulled out the revolver gun hidden inside. I picked it up an held it in my hands. I was going to do it, leave this world, all this pain here, I just couldn't mange to stay alive inside anymore. I picked up the gun and held it to the side of my head. Tears streamed down my eyes as I held it. Just one shot, then it would be done I thought. I put my finger on the trigger ready to pull, ready to release the bullet.

"You have to much to live for." I looked up, no one was here just me and the darkness in the room. The voice came again " your life is valuable, you made mistakes but you can fix them just by staying here, help will come soon Rosette believe me I promise."

I then threw the gun down onto the floor. How foolish, how horrible that was just the thought. I broke down crying on the desk.

I fell asleep on the desk giving me time to put back the gun. I then slowly crept upstairs and back into my bedroom. The sun hadn't started to rise yet at all just darkness filled the manor. I glanced at the clock in the hallway, it read 3:24. I crept back into bed and fell asleep again. I started to feel a cold sensation against my cheek as I slowly woke up. Much to my surprise, it was a small dog. The canine was adorable, with its brown and white fur. The canine started to lick my face and run around on my bed. I smiled at this sight, it made me feel happy. leaped out of bed and ran downstairs making sure to keep the canine inside my room. I ran into the dining hall to find my mother and father eating. I yelled for them to fallow me telling them about the dog, though the seemed confused as if they didn't know. I burst into my room to show them them the dog, it was nowhere in sight. I searched the room but nothing it was gone, like it disappeared into thin air. My father left the room, but as my mother followed she said "Rosette you must be imagining things, there is no canine or pets in this house and never has been. Then she left, though as she talked she looked at me if I were insane. Then I sat down on the side of my bed thinking what happened, but I was happy, i had felt happy as a small child. I sat there just thinking and smiling at the memory of the dog, now as I thought, that dog seemed familiar just like that woman.