A girl, age of 16, lays on the floor, her blood pooling around her. As she lays there she remembers the story her mother used to tell her.
-Flash Back-
"Honey come here let me tell you a story." "Okay, mommy." She ran to her mother and sat on her lap. "Whats the story about?" "It's about a white rose. You see once there was a beautiful white rose. All the other roses made fun of it saying it had no color. Well one day it became fed up with all the taunting so it decided to change it color. 1st it tried to be a black rose but the black roses didn't like that either. Then it tried a red rose, then a rare blue roses. They didn't like it either. It tried all the other colors and found no matter how hard it tried it couldn't fit in. Then it decided why try to be something your not. So from that day, the rose staid white and soon all the other roses grew to respect it for it's courage to be its self. So more and more white roses came out from hiding as other rose colors."

"Wow. I wanna see a white rose!"

"So do I but sadly they dont grow out here."

"Oh."

-Flashback Ends-

'I remember I also made a promise that before I died I would see one but looks like I wont be able too.' She thought as she slipped farther from this world. As her eyes were closing and her head fell to the side, she saw something hit the floor. It was a white rose and as her blood reached it she thought 'No don't take the color. Your a beautiful white rose, who needs no color.' and with that thought her eyes closed. Never to open again. She didn't see her blood touch the white rose staining it red, just the rose the beautiful white rose.