Black Thorns - Book 1

Chapter 7

Rolling over now to lay on my back, my green eyes blink tiredly as I stare up at the ceiling overhead. Fear was already running through my body, as I was terrified to look next to me. Sitting up, I run my hand through my golden hair, as I glance my gaze at the untouched pillow next to me.

Instantly my heart started to race in my rib cage. My shaking in fear, I reach over and gently pick up the single rose that lay on the pillow. Raising it up, I take in the beauty with my own eyes. This wasn't any ordinary rose, it was black. Not only were the petals black, but even the stem, leaves and thorns were as well.

Gazing at the flower silently, my fingers trace the still soft black petals. Winching only when one of the thorns pricked my finger, sighing I sucked at my own finger to help stop the small amount of blood from escaping my skin.

This occurrence has now been going on, for an entire week. My stay in Havenbrook already consisted of seven days coming and going. Then with each morning that I awaken, next to me laying on the pillow, is a new single black rose.

Clearly I can't deny the fact that I am full on freaking out about this whole situation. I mean who wouldn't be?

Each night I double, no I triple check! All of the doors, and every single window in this place. Each night I fall asleep, to them all being fully locked up tight. Yet somehow, a rose appears every morning.

The very thought that someone breaks into this place each single night, only to enter my room as I sleep. Yes, that thought alone scares the absolute hell out of myself.

Staring at the rose now in my other and. I release my finger from my lips, seeing the slight bleeding has stopped. I knew it was foolhardy to keep the roses, but for some odd reason, I was unable to throw them away. These unique rare roses were breathtaking. They already have taken the place as my new favourite flower.

As a soft sigh escapes my lips, I lean over to the small bedside table, I soon add the new rose into the vase filled with the other seven.

Curious about where the roses came from, I tried to hunt down whoever it was that kept purchasing them. However when I asked the elderly lady who ran the only flower shop in this small town. She told me that the roses I described did not exist. There was no possible way for a rose to be black in every single aspect. So that didn't help me find out who this new mysterious person was.

I even started to go as far, as trying to keep myself awake each and every night. Then I could see them for myself, then take action against this creep. Yet that was to no avail either. Since I always seem to fall asleep before they arrive, only to wake with the new rose next to me.

"Who would leave these for me? And why me?" Whispering to myself, I stare at the bundle of roses I now have in the vase. Finally breaking my gaze from the enticing flowers, I stand up to dress for the day. "Tonight, tonight I will catch them. Even if I must stay up all night to do so."

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Sitting once more at my father's desk, inside his office. My mind goes through all the information I have learned. Though I am angered, as I yet to still learn anything about their deaths. There was nothing of importance here, as I stare at the papers before me.

Leaning back in the chair, a groan escapes myself out of pure frustration,

"Who the fuck is covering up their deaths? Why were they even murdered to begin with?"

These questions kept haunting my mind, enough to make myself start to feel dizzy. Slamming the folder of papers shut, my body then moves away from the desk and the office. "I need fresh air."

So I soon left the home, only to walk along the small town in deep thought.

Since I arrived here, I managed to go shopping, and reluctantly bought new clothes. Still pissed with the bus company, since they never once found my missing luggage. But at least now I didn't have to wear my father's clothes any more.