Bloody Rose

The Dream

I was in a white room. I don't even think it was a room. It was more like just an endless white world. I have no clue how I got here and I don't know why I'm even here. I started walking and tried to scream for someone, anyone, to answer, but words never came. I just walked on and on in the white world. The white world where I was the only person who seemed to exist.

Soon, the white world started changing, transforming, into something like an alley. A dark alley. It looked like the one that was right behind the art gallery. The same one that was in my previous dream in the shower.

There was a man standing in the shadows approximately ten feet away. I could see him smiling back at me with a silver tooth right in the front. I tried to scream, but yet my voice was as if I didn't even have a voice box. It wouldn't even let out a whistle.

The man knelt down and slid something to me. I watched it as it rolled over the asphalt towards me. I knelt down slowly as it came to a complete stop in front of my bare feet. It was a rose. A black rose. It was beautiful and magnificent. Black roses only grew in Turkey. I had always wanted to see one in person, but it was always a dream that I knew wouldn't come true. Until now.

I picked it up slowly, turning it over in my hand and admiring its glistening clear coat from the water on the pavement. Then, one of the thorns cut my finger. I watched the blood drip down, off my finger, on the stem, slowly flowing down until it dripped to the ground. Then I lifted my finger up and let the blood drip on the pedals as I watched it flow down once again.

Before I realized what I was doing, I licked the end on the stem, as if I was a hungry animal my stomach growled and roared for more. I licked it all off and started sucking on my finger like a hungry child. I didn't even realize the man had vanished and some lady had appeared in front of me.

"Katherine! Why did you do it? Why did you let that boy into your car? You were going to let him in your house too! You blind child, you!", I heard the lady say.

I was so caught up in my own blood that I hadn't even heard anyone come near. When I looked up I recognized the lady as my grandma. She died when I was in my mothers womb and my mother showed me photographs of her as I grew up. She always said she was the nicest lady she had ever met, but she was a little crazy. People in town told me she was a batty old women who believed in spirits and witch craft. I don't think I ever believed them though. At least, I didn't want to believe them. I wanted to imagine my grandmother as a sweet woman who baked cookies and helped you when you were in need. Not talk to your ancestors as if they were still there.

"Grandmother?", I asked, craning my neck to the side. She had gray hairs every which way like a mad scientist and a silver dress that came down to her ankles.

"Yes, it's me, your grandmother. Or what everyone else calls me 'that crazy woman that thinks she sees spirits'", she said pointing a bony finger at me.

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing with that boy is the better question."

"What are you talking about grandma?"

"He's no good! No good I tell ya!"

"Why do you say that? He's just a childhood friend that I've know since kindergarten."

"Oh, that's what you think now, but you just wait, my child. He is just trying to lure you in the trap now."

"Why don't you tell me who he is or what he is if he is so bad then?"

"Because I'm not suppose to tell you. Heck, it toke me days just to get where I am now, talking to you that is. I could feel him coming and I had to warn you. He is no good! Don't listen to him and do not invite him into your home. Ya hear me, Katherine?"

"I don't get what is so bad about him.", I looked down at the ground, where the rose must have fallen out of my grasp and onto the pavement. It turned white all of a sudden and I could feel a chill crawl up my spine.

"Oh no! They've found me! I only have a few seconds left. Please, Katherine Renee Clearwater, promise me you won't trust him or let him in your home? I'm begging you.", she said, looking straight into my eyes as if she could detect whether I am lying or not.

I looked up at her for another second later, then looked back at the rose, which had vanished in thin air. "I promise", I mumbled.

The dream started dissolving and washing away. My grandmother dainty little figure had vanished before the dream had started dissolving, and I still had that creepy chill going on.

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AUTHORS NOTE

Sorry this one was a little short, but I hope you liked it. Anyways, if you didn't read the first chapter, please do. I re wrote it and put more information in it and I think this is going to be way better than the one I started before.

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