The Blood Rose

Introduction

    She was like a rose, soft, sweet, always smelled nice. Her eyes looked like the color of a humans crimson substance, the blood cells flowing through their veins.
    It was terrifying, but oddly beautiful. Her hair was in short strawberry curls, and her skin was fair and freckled. Her voice was soft and gentle, almost felt like listening to harmony. Tingles ran down my spine whenever she spoke. Her lips were full, pink, and parted beautifully.
    But there was a downfall, she was cannibal. I flinched whenever she touched me, I worried that she would turn around and kill me. I would always stand 2 feet away from her, and just admire her from the distance. She had no friends, she had no love. She simply walked the hallways while everyone made room for her.
    It's not that they were afraid of her. No, there were actually a few boys that liked her, and the girls admired her. They praised her like a goddess. So many want to befriend her, be her boyfriend, just to talk to her, but they couldn't.
    She had thorns and she wasn't afraid to poke one person, and shower herself with their blood. She tried to hide them the best she could, but they poked out her personality, and her voice, they were noticeable and she knew that. No, I swear, I never saw her taking a shower with her victims blood, but my friend did. I remember her vividly telling me what she saw in panic. Sadly the next day, she was in the news, reported dead. That's how I know the Rose's secret.