The Roses

Part 3

She decided to compel herself to forget and continue her day since she had only about an hour until Venessa would finish her work at the hospital.

When she reached her apartment door she froze. She looked down to see a single rose plastered onto her wheat brown doorway rug. She was confused at first, Maybe someone had bought roses and one fell from their bouquet. But the rose seemed to have been so carefully placed, so straight and neat, that it seems only a psychopath with OCD would position the rose so flawlessly. Suddenly, the pit in Athena's stomach grew heavier; she steadily grabbed the rose as if it were a bomb, and unlocked her apartment door. As soon as she walked in she tossed away the rose into the trash can near the door and sighed with relief, almost as if the world lifted off her shoulders. She set her small shoulder purse onto her kitchen counter and walked into her small bedroom; closest to the laundry shoot. She closed the curtains and began undressing, then proceeded to the shower. After she finished it was about 5:20, 10 minutes until Venessa's shift is over. Athena seemed to be counting the minutes by as she waited for the comfort of her best friend. After Venessa had finished putting the locks on, they both headed to bed. But Athena lay awake, she had this gut feeling that something wasn't right. She couldn't put her finger on it but, something was wrong really wrong. But, sooner or later she drifted away into sleep.