BROKEN ROSE
Disclaimer: I don't own 13 ghost. I wouldn't want to get sued for a crappy story I wrote.
Blood slithered down her arms as she stared at the lifeless corpse in front of her. Her face
expressionless with her hair matted down, red stained lips, eyes wide open and unseeing at the
ceiling, gashes throughout her torso as she laid in her bath where the water reddened by the blood
as it flowed from her wounds.
Dana stared at the corpse indifferently. Yet when she stepped closer and saw the dead
girl's face a rush of memories hit her. The struggle to be perfect filled her mind. Her as a child
trying to be the ideal daughter, always obedient and never questioning. At the age of twelve,
acting out in rebellion towards the rules her abusive drunk mother gave. She was ridiculed by her
mother and shunned by her family for being the daughter of the "black sheep". The times when
children made fun of her by calling her porker, pudgy, fat cow, idiot, the list goes on.
Her determination for it to end by the time she reached high school. The long periods of
close starvation in order to reach the ideal "perfect" body. Her obsession with make-up to cover
her natural flaws like the light freckles that seemed to be across her nose.
Never reaching the perfection she longed for.
No matter how hard she tried, the popularity she slowly earned, nothing got rid of the
self-loathing she felt. All she could see was a distorted image of herself reminding her that she
was ugly, that no one cared for her.
That night her boyfriend Daniel had just cheated on her with her so-called best friend.
Tears blinding her eyes when she dropped into his apartment unexpectedly and found them
having sex. She was filled with self-doubt. Thinking "If I had been a good girlfriend, he
wouldn't have cheated. Why can't I ever do anything right?"
She couldn't take it anymore. Again she thought, "Why can't I do anything right?" as she
sliced with a small knife through her skin on her arms, breasts, and stomach. Her skin marred by the bloody gashes which weren't deep enough to kill her quickly. Lying down on the tub, holding
the knife, she slit her wrists.
Now as she stared at her own dead body, rage quickly consumed her. Picking up the knife
that lay on the floor, she began taking her frustration on stabbing the shower curtains, her corpse,
towels, anything she could plunge into. Enraged that she had thrown her life away for something
that was not true. Staring at the mutilated beauty, the broken rose that had foolishly ended her life
for delusions and other people's opinions. She walked out of the bloodied bathroom, plotting to
avenge her death on the people who hurt her the most. Today she would get her revenge on
Daniel, her beloved friend Melanie, and her dear mother. Yes they would pay with their lives.
As she walked through the hallway, she laughed at the thought of torturing and destroying her
enemies. What a sweet pleasure........
