The last thing my mom had ever said to me, before she died...with me in her arms, was,"Roses... Lynn, never let them go.." She had gaped out in a raspy voice.
Something about her voice was sweet in that moment. Suddenly I was kicked into the dirt, which stopped my train of though as I remembered what situation I was in. I managed to push myself up with my shaky arms and I sat on my knees as I stared at the man. The man I called father.
His eyes filled with anger... disapointment... grief... sorrow... and—"GET UP YOU USELESS MISTAKE!" He seethed with clenched fists pointing to the door.
I opened the door with bruises all up and down my pale arms, which was the worst part, I am showing my scars! I guess this is why he's mad. . . I thought while tripping out the beaten down door which he pulled shut coldly, as I stumbled out. I didn't look back and started to walk away. That walk turned into a jog, transforming into a run as streams of salty tears fell from my Hazel eyes. It formed into a river of tears running from the bottom brim of my eyes dripping off my chin. I suddenly fumbled over a rock and started to curl up into a ball.
I was only a child, I missed my mom. I felt sorrow towards my dad, and had nobody to turn to. At least I thought until...
"Child, are you Okay? And where are your parents?" An elderly figure asked, concern shown in her deep blue eyes that gleamed in the light.
"Daddy, got mad..." I sniveled in her shoulder as she embraced me in a hug. She gasped at the wounds that had been left against my pale skin. She then sat me on an oak wood bench embroidered with designs marked with a gold coloured utensil.
"This won't hurt... stay still." She answered softly as she raised her hands above the wound as she murmured incoherent nonsense that I coudn't understand. As a blue light emitted from her hands it started to return my skin to its natural pale color as the bruises and wounds were now gone.
I wrapped my arms around—well as far as I could reach around her figure, as her expression turned sweet and soft as she hugged back. She carried me the rest of the way to her cottage where I live now.
"Lynn!~" Grandmother called in a raspy voice but still sweet.
"Yes?" I hollered back in a more mature, deeper kind of voice. Because now, I was 13. I was finally going to a public school, as to where normally, I was home-schooled. Because of my grandmother (or so I call her,)'s consciousness for my safety.
"Could you pick up a few ingredients on your way back from school, dear?" She asked back in that same voice which goes to show she is getting older.
I slipped on a striped shirt and some jeans and went downstairs to meet her question.
"Mhm, will do." I cheerfully replied with a warm smile.
I then, went to the bathrooom and quickly combed my hair when I saw a little bit of Scarlett red color occupy the corner of my eye. I slowly turned to the majestic Scarlett red rose that sat on the counter. I shrugged and carefully placed its stem in between the skin of my ear, and the oak-wood brown hair that sat upon it. I finished brushing my hair, and my teeth. Completing washing my face, after that. And I grabbed my glasses and cleansed the lenses, and sat them on the bridge of my nose.
"I'm ready, Grama." I stated with pride, but nervous also struck when I started to think about school.
She smiled but I could tell she was also nervous as she shook slightly, handing me the light brown paper bag that held my lunch. And a paper, which I guessed was the list of ingredients I was requested to pick up.
"I'll be fine." I reacted to her gesture by embracing her in a hug, and swinging the door open.
"Bye! Love you!" I said my farewells as I headed out the door. My body getting used to the warmth of the sun. I looked at the rose placed so carefully in my hair leaning on the frame of my glasses.
