In Her Mind

Blood from Hell.14.

Connor's P.O.V. :

When would she wake up ? Will she wake up ? Stop it , I scolded myself . She will , Rose just has to.

It's been a week already , she hasn't shown any sign of consciousness . Surely a little blood loss couldn't really knock her into a death like state for so long , could it ?

Something else was wrong , and each time I took her vitals she seemed weaker and more frail . It was tearing me up inside .

Most nights I'd cry myself to sleep , worried sick about her . I looked a mess . I barely ate and when I did I was almost too worried to keep it down .

My Rose , my poor Rose . What have I done to her ?

I didn't go out of the bunker , it felt like I was betraying Rose by even thinking of it . So I stayed next to her every second that I could .

In those extremely quiet moments , when the silence was too loud , I'd think back to our last year in school . We were seniors and we were supposed to have had the most amazing final year , it started off so . But then somewhere something went wrong .

Somewhere Rose had begun to fade . My mind flashed to our prom night . Where the vile Daniel tried to harass my girl . My blood was boiling when I heard the way he was talking to her and everything had a red tint to him . My temper was blown and I wanted to strangle him for even trying something so vile with someone as innocent as Rose .

It was only the next day at school when I heard what happened . Actually saw what happened . Why didn't Rose tell me ?

I remember the pictures of her naked body caked in blood and sexual fluids , my heart was broken . There was no way my Rose could've done that . It was then that Alia approached me . Telling me lies about what happened . Rumours about how Rose just gave herself away to Daniel . It couldn't be true ... but I believed her .

And the arrogant ass walking around , proud of doing the deed with Rose should've made me doubt those rumours . Rose was as pure as girls came .

I couldn't believe that I put her through such torment . Water began to pool at the edges of my eyes as I hung my head in shame .

The next few weeks after prom was a haze , my whole life tumbled around , seeking direction , a lighthouse . Rose was my lighthouse but I was just to blind . Rose began to fade so much after that . I saw her become depressed , I saw her in pain .

I saw my Rose becoming nothing more than a shriveled flower , and I did nothing to help her .

Then oneday she didn't come to school and next day also . She was missing . Authorities searched high and low , volunteers made search parties to find her and finally , we found her car .

The only thing the police told us , was that it was bad . Really bad . The local newspapers wrote about their theories . People who didn't even care about Rose posted to her social media about how they were going to miss her . I didn't . I did nothing but cry for days .

The theory that seemed to make the most sense is that she was depressed and her psychologist confirmed it . They speculated about her getting very down one night , finding relieve in drugs and alcohol , then finally driving her car over the plateau . The car was wrecked and burned , the corpse they found was even worse .

It was just so gruesome . The authorities didn't even do a DNA test to see if the corpse was really hers . The evidence was enough .

They held a funeral for her and our entire senior grade came . Nobody except me and her best friend really cared for her . The rest was just phonies , seeking attention .

School continued without Rose , and suddenly , a week before our graduation the killings started . They all had a pattern to them . The cuts made , the x'ed out face with smiles from ear to ear . The question mark written in a creative way or with blood . The rose petals over the bodies . And the corpse's number .

It was horrifying , I should've connected the pieces then , but I was too broken to care .

I visited her grave one month since her burial . It was a rainy day and no one came out . And that's where I poured my heart out to her . Screaming over and over to her that I was sorry . That I wanted her back.  Little did I know that I was talking to a burned body that wasn't hers .

On that day she kidnapped me . On that day my life became hell . And I deserved it . I deserved hell's fury for what I did to her .

I was pushed back into reality when her hand pulsed . Was Rose okay ? Was she waking up . I was so happy and I kept waiting for her to open her beautiful green eyes .

My excitement washed away as it didn't happen . But whatever that squeeze was , it told me she was doing better . And now I just had to wait and be at her side for when she looked at the world again .

I guess I did get hell , and I'm still in it while Rose was unconscious . Her blood was from hell , cold .

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So uhhh ... don't eat me , I'm sorry for the super late update , but yeah , exams start in a week and I really have to study ❤😜😂
Anyways enjoy this , and if you're after some gruesome scenes and details , smash that little star button and comment please 😘😜❤
Sorry for taking it slow , but I hope you get a better insight on Rose's past❤

TOODLES MY AWESOME NOODLES ❤