Blood From A Rose

Her bedroom was on the second story section of the mansion. Rose, as everyone called her, needed for nothing-not with regards to materialistic needs. Her room was decorated in soft pastels and subtle hues. She had a massive four poster bed carved out of cherry wood; an armchair covered in the same material as her curtains and in the center was her dream seat. She would sit in silence for a half hour a day and dream of Damien.

The lowboy dressing table overflowed with make-up and girly needs. The top of the highboy chest of drawers was filled with framed photos of Damien in his athletic and baseball uniform. A true romantic and head-over-heels in love with Damien, on the wall next to her armoire were a collection of memorabilia from all of Damien's games. These included jerseys, pins, autographs and special notes he would send to Rose before each game. Rose drew her knees to her chest and drew on the window with her finger. Light vapor covered the windowpane, she missed him terribly. When she sat on her dream seat, she would imagine him right next to her. Even though he would not answer Rose would tell him all about her day. Finals were over and Prom finally arrived. When Damien asked her she felt a little shell-shocked. As she drew on the window she had to wonder if tonight the night.

"Am I ready?" Rose asked out loud.

Clarissa, Rose's mom, brought her out of her daydream and called her down to tea and to have her hair set at the beauty salon, Amelioration. Rose thought the name was bigger than the little town, Bethany where she was born and raised and will graduate from. Before she grabbed her jacket, Rose felt a stabbing pain in her heart.

"How can I love them both?"

Before she ran downstairs, the image of Galen came into her mind. His lean, brown body, gentle eyes.. Her heart skipped a beat.

"I cannot choose, its awful."