A Rose and Her Thorns

Chapter 1

    I didn't do it, and I mean that. Seriously, I didn't want this... If I wanted any of this I would have let it happen years ago, better yet I would have had it my way. You know, under a full moon on a little boat; full-on Little Mermaid style. But fate always has another plan, whether it's having the dryer eat one sock or making sure you lose your keys at least twice a day. Or my personal favorite, having a vampire find his-his- I don't know even want to go there.

    Now I suppose I should start from the beginning, really I don't want to but to prove to you that none of this is MY fault I'll start from where it all went downhill.

                                                                                                ~P~

    I don't know about you but I've never liked mornings, it always seems like I never get to sleep because of it. Though with all of my dreams and insomnia, sleep never comes to me easily. Mornings are truly the bane of my existence, I mean it, the sun is too bright for me... I mean whose suppose to look at the sun and think 'Wow I'm so happy that my eyes are burning from the evil light of our star,' no one. No one does that, morning people should never be trusted. But alas, I have to get up, I'm a business owner. I love my job, really I do, it's the whole reason I get up in the mornings...like seriously the only reason I get up in the mornings. I'm a florist by trade, growing up with flowers all around me it was hard not to fall in love with them. 

    I have to get up, getting up...now. Nope, it's not working. Fine, okay I'll start off small with moving my right big toe...sweet I'm not paralyzed. Next step, I'll open my eyes...yeah no, I know the sun is there, it's planning on killing me. Okay, maybe not that extreme but close enough. But I have a flower delivery at 5 am. Movement. I rocked my body up only to let it fall back onto my pillows. Finally, I opened my eyes... the bright sun burnt my eyes. Fucking knew it. Grumbling I glaring up at the ceiling. I know I had to get up but let me tell you....the struggle is real. A nice warm bed and comfy pillows, there is no way in hell I was leaving my bed. Then Cerberus started to whine, no, louder whine, no I'm not leaving my bed. He decided to take the matter into his own paws...he stole my comforter.

    "Jackass," I growled glaring at my three-headed hellhound, who just happily wagged his tail at me...The starring contest ensued, he won. Flopping out of bed and I drug my tired body toward the door.

    "I hope you're happy" while glaring at the floor.

    Cerberus HAPPILY barked in agreement, and as slowly as possible I stumbled over to my balcony door, where I then kicked my large demon-dog out to where he jumped off. Now all the dog-lovers out there, you need to relax, he's a hell-hound, a jump from my four-story apartment isn't going to kill him. With that being said we can continue...wait I still feel a few of you are doubting this, so let me tell you this dog has survived a shotgun shot to one of his heads and he still ate the guy who did it. We good? Good, let's continue for real this time.

    Stumbling to my bathroom, taking a quick shower and brushing my teeth. Changing into my favorite black skinny jeans with my maroon knitted sweater that fell off my left shoulder displaying my skull and flower tattoo. Sighing, I glared at my reflection. Running my hand through my hair, I pulled it into a messy bun with several pieces sticking out wildly. Huffing I gave up on my hair knowing that it will never listen, so I turned to leave my bathroom and headed into the kitchen while hoping that my coffee pot had decided to make coffee at the right time this time...it's been known to have a mind of its own. 

    Making it over to my counter where there was a full pot of coffee all but screaming my name, pouring a cup of black coffee into my chibi bat cup. I took a nice deep breath of the strong coffee before downing half of the cup. Leaning against the counter, I could feel the warmth of the coffee spread from my throat down into my chest. Let me be the one to tell you, coffee can warm your soul. Refilling my cup once more to the brim, I closed my eyes letting the peace of the quiet morning flow over me...I could hear a small whisper.