Stone Cold

...

Roses are bloody,  

their thorns almighty. 

Pedals are delicate,

but not really eloquent.

The colour of the rose 

looks like the blood on my nose. 

Oh dear, I can't bear this smell.

Laughter echos through the room. I guess they were right, I am crazy aren't I? Cutting myself while writing a poem about roses. I'm only fifteen yet I'm cutting my life away, not that I see anything bad about it. Nobody cares, so why would you? 

***

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"What's your name?"

"That's none of your business."

"Yes, it is, I need it for the records."

"You know, you won't see me again after this."

"And why is that?"

"Because I'll be dead ."

"No, you will not. Not on my watch."

"Watch what you promise." 

"...I will Britney."

"How did you-"

"Now that's none of your business."

Damn it. He's clever. I don't know who tried to save me but now I'm in this guy's office. I look around me trying to find clues as to who this guy is. A yellow spark catches my eye, on it I see :

"Ken, police investigator :D"

"So Ken, who tried to save me?" This so named Ken officer looks at me with a smile.

"Why should that matter?" 

I look away. I didn't know what to say, I wouldn't care anyways. This Ken boy looks young, near his twenties no doubt. 

"So how did you get your name Ken? Watched too much Barbie as a child?" I say, unable to hide my smirk. 

"Ah, Britney, you get your name from Britney Spears? Do you wear her costumes on Halloween?" 

My eyes widen. This son of a-

"Shut your mouth Ken," was all I could hiss out. 

I don't know what I felt next, but he laughed. His pearl white teeth and those cute dimples. Cute... What the hell has gotten into me. I've met this man/kid for only thirty minutes and I'm already head over heels for him. 

"Why am I here again?" I asked, questioning him so I could be distracted for a while. 

"Well I'm looking for any open slots for fosters but looks like you've been rejected from all of them."

I laugh. It's not my fault the people there don't know how to treat people right. Hated those and will never go back. 

"Oh boo-hoo," I mock, "What will I do now Mr. Ken?" 

"I don't know kid. What do you want to do? Surely you don't wanna live on the streets now do you?" He asks mocking my crying tone. 

I grunt. What a jerk. 

We stayed in silent for about a minute before Ken leans across the desk, looking straight into my eyes. I look into his grey stormy eyes when I open my mouth. 

"Why don't I stay with you?"

"What?" 

"I said, why don't I stay with you for a while."

"Kid, I don't think you understand, it's not right for me to just-"

"C'mon. Just for a while? Pleasee?" I hated begging but it was my only hope. Puppy eyes, pout, and blink a few times. "I promise I won't cause any troubles."

Ken rolls his eyes. 

"Fine. Only until we find you a suitable home."

Excitement rushes through me, I haven't felt this in a while which explains my uncontrolled actions. I jump out of the chair and hug him. 

"Hey.. You smell nice." I playfully whisper before I back away. 

"Oh boy.. It's going to be tough. Let's get going Brit."

"Alright Barbie boy."