Winnie's Rose Garden

🥀•Carla•🥀

"I can't believe she's gone."
"You two were so close."
"I hope you are doing all right"
"How did it happen?"
These questions repeated themselves over and over again for at least a month
The mysterious death of my best friend Winnie Allman shook everyone in our small town of Brookvale.
The morning before her death was an any normal Sunday.Winnie,Izzie and me were sitting in the Allman's Rose garden staring at the blush pink roses and fresh tangle weed weaving it's way through the sharp thorns.Aimee was ill and had passed on our sleepover the night before.
"I'll miss all this you know,"Winnie suddenly said
"You know,when we grow old and move away from here and have new lives,Sitting in the rose garden will just be a distant memory."
Izzie glanced at me.
Winnie never talked like this,we should've have know something was up.
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I was sitting in my bedroom,sticking together another scrapbook when I heard a scream from downstairs.
Like lightning I sprinted down the stairs to find my mum on her knees crying.
I bent down,"mum!mum!whats happens?Calm down please!"
She tries to tell me something but couldn't stop crying,
"Turn...turn...on the...the...news!"
I start to worry more as I turn on the news.
-BREAKING NEWS-
'TEEN WINNIE ALLMAN UNEXPECTEDLY DIED THIS AFTERNOON.THE CAUSE OF DEATH IS STILL UNKNOWN-

If you had looked into the window of our little cottage that afternoon,you would have seen blue cotton curtains,a patchwork couch and a mother and daughter;one blond.The other with brown hair like a hazelnut.Kneeling together on the ground,grieving the abrupt death of a friend,neighbour,sister,daughter or anything else she was to someone.
The cause of death was unknown at the moment but one thing was clear.
Winnie Allman was dead.