My arm, they're alright now. I can't feel pain anymore. I opened my eyes slowly. This room, this bed, this window, I am at my room. The window seems like persuading me to walk and stare at the maple tree but I couldn't. All I want to do is rest and close my eyes.
Am I dreaming? Where am I? "Scarlet." Someone is calling my name. She sounds very familiar. "Scarlet." It's my Mother. Tears start to fall inevitably as I gaze at my Mother's perpetual simplicity. Her dress, it flows in the midst of silent wind. Her hair, as crimson as mine stuns me as I walk towards her. "Scarlet." "Mom." Her eyes tears in hopelessness. "My dearest daughter." She sounds despondent. Slowly, her appearance vanished into thin air and a rose was left, a red rose, I picked it. And I was awakened.
The dreadful hollow roar of thunder brought back my soul. Rain is pouring intensively. Clouds seem hidden for darkness of the night is only visible. The tall lamp post beside the maple tree only gives light. I go out of my bed and head to the ornament garden. I walk silently so that Canna won't notice I am still awake. It took several steps before I reach the garden. I turn the lights on. It is always a wondrous experience every time I come here. Different kinds of flowers surpise me. There are golden daisies, sleepy sunflowers, creepy crawling vines, rare raffleshia, deadly lotus, golden chrysanthemums and many more to specify. But one specie really caught my nerves. It has dark green smoothly rough stem, pointed painful thorns all around and has marvelous blood petals. "This one really reminds me of Mom, a rose, a red one." I touch its perfect petal. It is elegant and majestic, no wander it stand out form them all. I pick the rose and left the garden. I walk hurriedly back my room. Canna and Aunt Isadora are still sleepy, glad no one noticed me.
I ignited the lamp and laid on my bed. My feet are on my back and the lamp is on my right. I focused the light to the red rose. It is really magnificent. I touch its stem and spin it. Unexpectedly, one of my fingers touched one thorn. It hurts. Then blood flows on my skin. I sip the blood and closed my eyes. After few seconds, blood stopped. I throwed the red rose to the closed window and its petals scattered on the floor.
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MALEVOLENCE
HororEveryone was used to the tradition of happily ever ending of all tales but now, a change will break the chains. Scarlet Amgine, a girl with a crimson red hair lives peacefully in a middle-class mansion owned by her parents. She is living with her Au...
