Roses Always Have Thorns [Completed]

7.Alekzandre

'Oh, the poor, poor thing.'

Rose attempted opening her eyes, but it was an impossible task as it felt like her eyelids were covered in iron. As her eyes fought for sight, Rose tried to bring her senses back. Practising with one by one, her muscles began to listen to her and started to move.

'Mum, I think she's awake!' A voice said.

Rose's face twitched, in recognition of the voice. The sound of hurried steps grew louder and closer to her. Rose groaned as she tried to move her head the opposite way, an an attempt to protect herself.

'No, no, no.'an female voice said in a worried manner. 'I won't hurt you.'

Something in the voice made Rose calm down. She didn't exactly know what it was, but it created an instant reaction. For a few moments, there was silence.

'Alekzander, dear, please bring a that wet towel.'

'Sure, mum.' A mumble came in response.

After another couple of moments, Rose sighed in relief. It felt like a heaviness was taken off her body as a coolness rested on her forehead. After that, it didn't take much longer until Rose could finally see. She hoped to see more than that, but for all she could tell, she was laying down in a quite dark room, enlightened by what she supposed to be a candle.

She moved her eyes to have a better look to her surroundings, and nearly jumped in surprise. Next to her was a woman who she didn't know, for sure. The woman tried to calm her down but to no use.

'Well, hello there. I see that you woke up?'

Rose looked up and, as she squirted her eyes, could make out the form of a dark-haired boy, staring down at her.

'Uh...' Was all she could say.

She recognised him, she just couldn't remember his name and, aside from that wasn't sure what to say.

'I'm Alekzandre.' He helped her out.

'Right.'

Rose tried to sit up, but laid back, feeling how her heads weigh was now equal to the one of a church bell.

'Maybe you should lay down, for now, darling.' The woman advised.

I figured as much, Rose thought. Noticing her weird looks on her, the woman's gaze softened.

'I'm sorry, you must be truly horrified after what happened. Alekzandre told me everything.' The woman spoke softly. 'Would you like some tea?'

'Mum, you just told her to lay down.' Alekzandre pointed out.

The woman pursed her lips.

'You're right. Maybe later. Could you tell me your name?'

Rose groaned as she put a hand on her face.

'Rosemary.' She mumbled.

'Rosemary? That's a quite... unusual name.' Alekzandre thought out loud.

'Oh, you be quiet!' His mother snapped, making the boy take a few steps back in fear.

'Alright, alright.' Alekzandre mumbled as he raised his hands.

'What's your family name, dear?' The woman asked again.

'A... Agler.' Rosemary said. For a moment, she forgot her own name.

'Agler? Rosemary Agler?' The woman's voice pitched.

Rosemary narrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the dark-haired woman on which's face appeared shocked.

'Yes. I-Is there something wrong, ma'am?' Rosemary said as she tried to sit up.