Who would have thought that I would be locked up in jail, awaiting trial on the murder of Queen Tatiana? Okay well it is kind of possible but I am completely innocent. Like I would go and use my own stake covered in my fingerprints and go stake her. Whoever thinks that Rose Hathaway would do such a thing obviously doesn't know me. To make things worse, Lissa has been stressing like crazy, making her Spirit darkness seep into me, making me more restless and angry which is not that I need right now, My father Abe Mazur is just about ready to sell his soul in order to get me out of jail, Adrian my boyfriend, is going crazy with Spirit because he is worrying too much and then there is Dimitri.

Dimitri Belikov. The hot Russian God, who is the love of my life who doesn't want to know me anymore ever since he was turned Strigoi. I sighed, remembering everything that I did for him order to get him back and this is what I get. Convicted of the Queens murder and not having the man who I truly love there beside me. True I had Adrian but still, he just wasn't... enough.

I was hunched up on my cell bed, the dingy walls providing no ease to my current state of mind. A tear slowly slid down my cheek as I realised that I was well and truly done for. There was no way of getting out of this.

There was a slight commotion at the entrance and I immediately became more alert, but not enough to make me move from my position. Footsteps echoed on the stone, and just from the rhythm of them I knew who it was. I couldn't deal with this. I kept my back to him, hunching in more, my hair, which was filthy might I add, falling around my face, so he could not see the tears that were steadily streaming down it.

"Roza," Dimitri was at the bars of my cell now, his voice sounded pained and worried, but he didn't love me anymore. Love fades, mine has. That one sentence has the ability to rip my heart up every single time. I wouldn't acknowledge him in the hope that he would leave. Of course, there was no point in hoping as I had nothing ever going my way anymore. He was probably only worried about how Lissa might be affected through this.

"Roza, please. Talk to me or at least turn around." There was emotion in his voice, but I could not tell whether it was love or frustration; probably the latter. I sighed and shook my head. "Roza please!" I couldn't stand to hear that name anymore. It was tainting the perfect moment we have had together. Like the time on the cabin his hands roaming over my body, his lips at my ear whispering "Roza"...

"Don't call me that." I raised my head slightly, my voice hoarse and barely a whisper, but shook with emotion.

"Then why don't you just look at me then!" Dimitri was getting angry, I could hear it. He was fighting for control. I couldn't possibly let him lose his control like when he protected me against the Queen's Guards when they came to arrest me in fear that people could begin to doubt whether all the Strigoi had been removed in his transformation.

I slowly rose off the bed, stumbling slightly as I stood on the ground. As I turned towards him, I heard Dimitri gasp and take a step back. I knew I must look terrible. Two weeks of sitting in the same corner, awaiting my own death can do that to me. I have been refusing to eat and the only reason that I am still conscious is because they sometimes literally force it down my throat. I haven't been able to shower in these two weeks either, and no change of clothes after the set they gave me when they chucked me in here. There was only a small basin where I could wash my hands and face. Along with the no exercising, I must look like I am about to collapse where I stood.

As if someone was listening to my thoughts, my head begun to spin and I had to clutch the wall for support. Dimitri still hadn't recovered yet and there were so many looks crossing his face as his stared at me. Shock, horror, fear, pain, love, and then more fear. It was surprising how even though I loved him still so much, I couldn't feel the pain as much anymore. Maybe it was because I knew that I wouldn't have to live with it much longer. There was only one week until the trial where I knew that I would be found guilty. Abe, my father and "lawyer" has not found anything significant against me yet and at one point asked me if I had done it. I was shocked and almost screamed at him. He instantly backed away and said that it wouldn't matter if I had done it anyway, that he would still love me. This thought brought tears to my eyes, and I turned away from Dimitri, so he wouldn't see.

The sight of my tears brought him back to reality. He once again took hold of my cells bars and outstretched an arm towards me.

"Roza please –" His tone reminded me so much of that night when I was out of control, consumed by Spirit's Madness and he had pinned me down, and helped me fight the overwhelming darkness that I couldn't take it anymore. I was so confused as it was that I didn't need Dimitri to complicate it even more than he already had.

"GET OUT!" I screamed at him, running towards the bars, and faced him directly, my lips curled up in a feral snarl, and my eyes burned with a ferociousness which I hadn't felt since that night. I felt like a caged animal, and I just wanted to attack Dimitri, and try to make him feel the pain that I have felt repeatedly, ever since he had changed back from being Strigoi.

I noticed the five guards that are on duty guarding my cell were now on high alert, tensed up ready for me to completely lose it. I knew I wouldn't be able to stay like this for very long, the lack of food and the adrenaline rush combined were making me dizzy.

"I don't want you here. Leave Belikov and don't ever come back!" I felt my heart breaking again as I saw him flinch back in surprise as my hand slithered through the bars and punched him in the jaw. I was a crappy throw but I just didn't have the strength or the right angle to cause any real damage. The fact that he didn't expect it though made him recoil. I suddenly felt like I had no more strength though. I knew I was going to fall any second and I would not let Dimitri see the weakest part of me. I looked straight at him, putting on my best Guardian mask and stood up as straight as I possibly could.

"Get. Out." I saw Dimitri look at me, those gorgeous brown eyes roaming over me one more time and then he took a step back. As he did, he almost shrunk in defeat. I saw him turn away towards the door, when suddenly all the energy I held and everything else hat was keeping me standing left me and I collapsed to the ground.