The Black Rose

I've always been satisfied with the calmness of my existence. Why shouldn't I? A scholarship, a caring mother and a boy who loves me. But what once satisfied me, today makes me really happy?
Why this crisis in me?
What is changing now?
I don't want it to change.
If I'd never met that tattooed braggart, maybe today would have been different. I should not have given up my usual life and routine, I would have every day a thousand certainties to cling to. I would have had all this, but... maybe, I wouldn't be happy.

⚠️This story is completely the result of my imagination. Plagues are not accepted or partial total. It deals with topics of great sensitivity such as: DCA, drugs and depression. Enjoy reading at all!