The Broken

2 - The Pale Roses

I woke up early that morning, 5:30 am. It was still very dark outside and everyone was still asleep. I had heard a loud noise, but I didn’t hear it clearly. I grabbed my knife and headed out the door.

There was a Lamborghini outside and five people were around it taking pictures. They were all wearing hoodies like the people I saw last night. I went to go ask what they were doing.

“Hey,” one of them said. “Like it?” He was talking about the green Lamborghini.

“Yeah. It’s nice.” I responded.

“I’m letting people drive it for $20 each. Want to try?”

“No thanks. Where did you get such a nice car, anyway?”

“Oh, that doesn’t matter,” Another one of the guys said. He looked at me and said, “it’s none of your business.” He looked tough.

“Are you guys all friends?” I asked.

“What’s with the questions?” the tough guy said. “Are you undercover or something?”

“She may be.” another one of them said.

“No, I’m not!” He had grabbed me. “What are you doing?”

“What’s your deal with us? Do you even know who we are?”

“I have no beef with you guys! I was just asking!”

“Suuuure,” He threw me down. “Get lost, lady.” All five of them started laughing. The dark side in me started kicking in. I would always get mad or emotional toward my parents when they did stuff like this to me. I grabbed my knife and put it behind my back so they didn’t see it.

“I don’t think I will be. Who are you guys?” I asked. They started to snap.
“Us?” the tough guy said. “We’re a gang. The Pale Roses, our name.”

I kept that in my mind and started to walk home. I was still tired. I set my knife down near my nightstand and fell asleep.

When I woke up for good this time, I was thinking about The Pale Roses. They all wore black hoodies and they wore a gold chain. I don’t know why they were called that, though. After I ate, I told Oliver about the whole situation.

“The Pale Roses?” he said. “Don’t know who they are. They might be up to something, though. I’d watch out.” Oliver always gave good advice. And he isn’t even the oldest.

“What might they be up to?” I asked.

“Well, since they didn’t tell you anything about that Lambo, they may have stolen it. They thought you were undercover, so they might be trying to hide from the police.” Oliver was always right. I just nodded my head in agreement.

I went out for my daily walk-around-the-block. I didn’t wear my disguise; I only do that at night. The only thing I bring is my knife for self-defense. It was a beautiful morning, the sun was shining high and bright, with a little cool breeze. About halfway through my walk, I stopped at a bus stop where I always sit and rest for a moment. Just then, a black car with the windows tinted dark pulled in front of the stop. I stood up, and two people came out of the car. It was two Pale Roses that tried to take my money the other night.

“You look familiar. Do I know you?” one of them said.

“No.” I tried to not get compromised. A disguise always pulls off. The other Pale Rose studied me. He whispered to his friend: “she looks like that girl from last night.”

“Look, what do you guys want?”

He continued whispering. “let’s jump her. We can’t get money if we do nothing about it.” I ran as fast as I could.