Rules & Roses

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imagine your in a room. Nothing special about the room, just a white room, with white walls and a white ceiling, but a wooden floor. There are no cracks in the walls, floor, or ceiling. You can't escape. Your not the only thing in there though. There's a bed. Now, your probably thinking it was an average-looking bed, but you would be wrong. The bed is split into two halves, the split going diagonally from the right corner to the left. The left side is filled with roses, the other side is filled with nails.
I should've picked nails.

I lied down into the warm-looking roses, thinking they would be all the more softer than the hard, iron to steel nails, but found I was horribly wrong. The deeper I went, the more painful the tiny thorns were. It was like 1000 tiny hammers clanging on your head, never stopping. It was like a siren. As soon as you reach them and they're beautiful voices, you cant escape.

YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE.

I woke up in a cold, hard sweat. Alan was sitting in my desk chair, sleeping, with his head resting in between his arms laying on my desk. I sat there for a minute, and he jolted up in a startle.
"Oh- Jasper. Your awake." He exclaims and rushes to my side and dabs a wet rag on my head.
"Your dad is still sleeping from Fridays parties. as soon as you went to sleep, you went unconscious from the pain in your hand. You slept for 3 days and woke up with a high fever of 104 degrees. So I had you stay home from school." He explained to me. He dabbed my head with a wet washcloth for a bit longer, then got up and went to go pick up Rosie from school. Hes only 10 months older than me, Him being born in June and me in March the year later.  I heard the car pull out of the drive and down the gravel road that leads to the middle school were Rosie sits, waiting for Alan.

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A while later, I hear the creak of the garage door, the slam of a car door, and the squeak of Nike's and Flats. Alan comes into my bedroom, takes the wet rag out of the bowl filled with water; wrings it and then dabs my forehead with it. There was something wrong, though. He wasn't as chipper as he was a few minutes ago when he left to get Rosie. I look up so me and him are eye-level, and i finally notice what was wrong. His eyes. His entire face, to be exact, was as white as a ghost. His hands where moving like a static animation. Glitchy. His eyes were lost. Like- Not in this world lost. But a second later, he shifts back to his normal face. He drops the rag into the bowl with a slight splash; And walks over to my TV and turns it on to a channel iv'e never seen before. He made me promise that I wouldn't react the way I normally do when I hear my moms name. I wasn't really being given a choice, so I reluctantly obliged. I made no promises though.

Eyewitness reports say that Sarah Marlo was recently seen in the outskirts of Maine after----

I had thrown a book at the TV. Harry Potter and the cursed child, to be exact. It shattered the remote, which turned off the TV.

"where did you find that?" I asked with sweat beading my forehead.

"a friend."

a friend? oh, i thought, well, since Alan seems to linger around me so much, he didn't have many other friends. Hey, its the truth.

as the awkward silence tries- and almost succeeds- to engulf us, Rosie walks in with a few papers in her hand. With the same movements and facial expressions as Alan had, and when she noticed that I was looking, she quickly regained her composure. " uh..... Jasper, I found these in your mailbox. and-- uhhh, we think you should see them." She puts the papers and clippings on my covered up lap.

The titles alone made me want to vomit:

FAMOUS AUTHOR SARAH MARLO DEAD IN ACCIDENT

JAKE MARLO AND SARAH FULLER MARRIED--- IS SARAH EXPECTING CHILD????

MEET JASPER J. MARLO, SARAH MARLO'S NEWBORN DAUGHTER!!!!!!

SARAH MARLO SEEN IN LONDON---- IS SHE REALLY DEAD?

"I believe this is an actress, a fake, Sarah Marlo. you cant resurrect the dead. she didn't make it out. There were witnesses. She died. Gone."

There were photos, hundreds of them, too. But one of them in particular caught my attention. It was in black and white but there was a girl- my mother, probably- and a man, walking towards the woods, in the probably most suspicious clothing attires i have ever seen in my life. Anyone who works in the fashion industry would agree with me here. But what had me freaked out, wasn't the knife.

It was the bag.

They had a bag with them.

A/N

Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long too update! my computer/ I-Pad kept deleting my stories. And since I could't remember the story's-- i kept changing them. Anyway, Hope too update soon!

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