Mrs Yellow Rose

Hopes always has its reasons...

After our talk at the library Hope was a bit frightened of the town so I offered to let her stay over at my house until morning arrived, so as we walked down the path in darkness there was only silence. Dead silence. So me being me, I interrupted it, "Hope," I whispered sternly, "I know your hiding something, why did you come here? Everyone has their reasons so what are yours?" She didn't even look at me, I knew something was wrong, "Hope, listen, talk to me... please Hope, I need to know, this is serious and there a consequences in certain situations, so please, tell me everything I need to know." Her blue eyes glared at me, "the question is, do you want to know?" She replies. I am speechless, what could she be talking about? And then I look back at her as her eyes turn jet black, as if pure darkness had consumed her, and then she, possessed, shouts, "death awaits you and your petty friends, this is not a game, don't mess with me, for I will mess you up ten times harder, stay out of this, and don't ever stick your nose in my business!" And then she collapses on to the pavement, great, I think, another unconscious body, speaking of, I should really get back and check on Mrs Yellow Rose, I dearly hope she's okay.