From Afar

Through the small framed window a petite blonde sits on her bed, brushing her wavy hair which falls carlessly to her waist. She was oddly beautiful with a face of an angel and eyes a deep sea blue. With the brush slowly running through her hair, she stops to flip a page of the book that rests in her lap. For a while, I watch her, fascinated at how she could be in her own world despite the fact of her parents arguing just below. She starts to braid the hair with a sigh. Done with that, she shuts the book and walks over to the window, peering out then sighing, she closes the curtains to my dismay.

Rose has just moved to a new town when it all began. The odd gifts showing up at her door, bouquet of roses, Admirer notes, etc. Accepting them without another thoughts, she finds herself being whisked out of her peaceful world of happiness and watches as it falls at her feet. To her horror, the love notes are just the beginning. She's plunged into a world of fear and terror, what once loved can hate just the same.

"You're mine and don't you forget it"