Thorns

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"It's just a rose bush, " Nea grumbled as she slipped by it, "just go around!"
Nancy paused as she waited for Nea to safely get by, it was a tight squeeze between a large boulder and a rose bush, "but the thing is-"
"What is it now, " Nea shouted from the other side of the bush, "don't tell me you're afraid that the red on a rose bush is actually blood!"
Nancy shook her head even though Nea couldn't see her, "no, It's just that, I'm afraid of thorns!"
Nea sighed, "just slip by, you have enough space! Cover your face with your shirt or something and get over here!"
Nancy gulped and pulled her shirt up slightly over her mouth as she flattened her back against the rock, she closed her eyes tight as she tried not to think too hard about it. 
"Nancy, are you okay, " Nea asked as Nancy stopped dead in her tracks. 
"Nea, " there was fear in Nancy's voice. "Please let go of my ankle, Nea please don't do this!"
Nea was confused, "Nancy, I'm over here."
Nancy opened her eyes slightly and avoided anything to do with the thorns but her fear of being pricked was pushed aside as she was pulled down. Her back scraped against the rock as she screamed, thorns cut into her face and chest, her arms and legs weren't safe either, as she was pulled to the root of the bush by something. She screamed out for help, for anyone to grab her hand and pull her out but it was too late. Nea watched as the bush shook violently for nearly a minute straight as Nancy screamed, she shook herself out of her trance and reached into the bush without thinking, she managed to grab Nancy's hand but by then her friend had gone silent. She pulled Nancy Wheeler out of the large bush and set her down. Looking at the cadaver in horror, she began to cry. Spiked thorns covered Nancy from head to toe, piercing deep into her flesh. Her eyelids were shut and held shut with many thorns impaling through them. Her hair had bits of rose petal and thorns stuck in it and a few chunks of her head were missing. Blood dripped from every little cut, gash, and thorny home that lay deep in her once-living body.

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