The Ramblings of INP (Updated Whenever I have Something New)

Wilted Rose

It was warm, sunny May morning as Rose had just awoken from her heavenly slumber. As she rises, all of her golden ginger hair flows down her back as she take hers hand to brush it back and out of her face. Her sluggish smile soon turns into a frown as she looks towards her hibernating husband stretched next to her. Her normally sharp, infectious sky blue eyes turn dull and unmoved. She stares out of her double-glazed window as she begins to slide out of her cold sleigh bed. As she pushes aside the window curtains and opens the window up, the sun violently assaults her pale moisturized skin with a warm glow as her shy freckles come out in full display. She starts to bite at her left hand, damaged nails coated with pale pink, as she gazes out her window. Her other hand resting on the window stool as her claw-like finger tap out a rhythm.Loneliness consumes Rose as she watches a pack of cheerful red Robin birds chirp their addictive, chipper tune outside. The wind begins to slightly crash onto Rose as she turns to look around her shared bedroom. Creatively decorated with a red wine colored bedding, stone-age looking curtains, pictures hung on the wall that look like they belong in a museum. In some areas of the room, it clashes with its lively, flamboyant colors. The room battles between being vintage with antique and modern furniture. Looking from an unknown prospective, you would think the room contained happiness maybe even love, but only Rose could feel the dark, depressing, suffocating energy within. The room itself was cold and unfeeling, like a stone wedged deep into the dirt.Rose crosses over to her wardrobe, feet softly patting against the wooden flooring before she opens the wooden door, slipping on her rose gold silk robe, tying it at her small waist. The air from the hallway hits her like daggers as she exits the room, almost knocking the breath out of her. As she stumbles into a long hallway, something catches her attention. A sweet and savory number dances around the tip of her icy nose as she begins walking towards the smell, almost as she were hypnotized. She continues to walk until she reaches a set of steep cliff-like stairs. Her mind starts jogging around her head as she goes into a candle lit kitchen. The warm glow of the candlelight embraces Rose as if they were an old friends. Rose notices what looks like to be an old woman sitting on a stool. She has the appearance of a witch, face filled with wrinkles and long gray hair. She has more lines on her skin than a zebra. Rose continues to observe her, before walking across the room to approach her.The old woman, sitting by a marble counter, says nothing and ignores her, while humming a sinister tune. Rose looks at the black and white marble table while she sits in a nearby wooden stool. As Rose slowly takes her seat across from her, the old women fragilely pushes a swirl melamine dinner plate over to Rose. The women's blank eyes look over at Rose, who gives her a weak smile. On the plate, two golden little flaky pastries that battle for the scent of the room. Rose picks up one of pastries and dives into it. As she bites into soft, fluffy pastry, a pungent taste takes flight into her mouth. Within seconds, the gushy mix lunges at Rose's throat. Rose looks at the old women, who starts laughing, as her view becomes swirly. Rose stumbles off her stool and onto the cold tile floor gagging as her mouth starts to burn. The old woman steps off her stool, revealing her short and lean figure. In her pale petite looking hand, she's holding an empty colorful bottle of poison. Rose's glassy eyes grow bigger as she sees the bottle, her already pale skin getting whiter like the first snowflake of the winter. Rose slowly gets on to her exposed knees then weakly to her feet before attempting to escape the kitchen and into the hallway. She hits her body onto the side of the door before making it into the hall. She crashes into the floor once more, her hair feeling like an enemy that is holding her down as her head slams onto the floor. Little sliver stars and black spots come into her vision as she stands up again and takes off. As she runs through her long hall, she sees bright cartoon-like colors and various strange animals in her path.Dizzily, as Rose pushed open her bedroom door and falls onto the flooring, she notices something. It is hard for her to focus at first, more shapes are appearing in her view. Centering in on her husband in their bed, she notices her husband is laying up in bed, with a grin on his face. Before Rose can reach up to her husband, her breath comes out one last time before her body goes cold.