Prologue
Tears splashed relentlessly down her peaked face, pooling in her cupped hands. Blood from the cuts in her hands mixed with the salty liquid. Rose choked back a further sob, allowing the potion to dribble out of her hands onto her school uniform- a skirt and a navy shirt. It left a stain on her skirt, but she didn't care. She just wanted to escape. Snuffling loudly, she ignored the voices whom were beckoning her to leave from the room.
"Rose, baby, come out! You won't hurt me, I promise!" It was Ryan, her boyfriend. She had thought she loved him, but he was cheating on her. Melissa, her best friend, had confessed it. A pot erupted, soil and leaves scattering everywhere, the clay holder laying in shards about her.
"Sweetie, we all love you. I don't care about what's happening to you," her mother cooed, lacing sympathy and concern and tears into her voice all at once. iThat's shit,/i Rose thought, iYou were always a good actress./i As soon as her mother had found out, she had been dialing the asylums number, and also the tabloids. A picture exploded, splinters of wood and canvass flying in her reddish brown hair. She ignored them, biting her lips and closing her eyes. iDie, bitch,/i was Rose's initial response, but she had hurriedly erased it. She could have killed her- blood and gust flying everywhere. Shuddering with disgust, she buried her head in her knees, bundling her body into a ball.
"Sugah, come out here this instant!" demanded her father, his stern voice imitating concern. /i Rose thought bitterly, i What a joke.../i Her father had only married her mother to slip out of child support. And if her mother had gotten any, she would have used it on herself. A couch exploded suddenly, flames licking the remainder of the frame, cotton bits intermixing with the other rubbish. She had to push back the bitter, hurtful thoughts, or someone would die. iI wish they would,/i she thought, a sob wracking her petite body. Suddenly, with a burst of energy, she flew out the window, down the fire escape, and to somewhere other then the hell-on-earth she was living on.
Tears splashed relentlessly down her peaked face, pooling in her cupped hands. Blood from the cuts in her hands mixed with the salty liquid. Rose choked back a further sob, allowing the potion to dribble out of her hands onto her school uniform- a skirt and a navy shirt. It left a stain on her skirt, but she didn't care. She just wanted to escape. Snuffling loudly, she ignored the voices whom were beckoning her to leave from the room.
"Rose, baby, come out! You won't hurt me, I promise!" It was Ryan, her boyfriend. She had thought she loved him, but he was cheating on her. Melissa, her best friend, had confessed it. A pot erupted, soil and leaves scattering everywhere, the clay holder laying in shards about her.
"Sweetie, we all love you. I don't care about what's happening to you," her mother cooed, lacing sympathy and concern and tears into her voice all at once. iThat's shit,/i Rose thought, iYou were always a good actress./i As soon as her mother had found out, she had been dialing the asylums number, and also the tabloids. A picture exploded, splinters of wood and canvass flying in her reddish brown hair. She ignored them, biting her lips and closing her eyes. iDie, bitch,/i was Rose's initial response, but she had hurriedly erased it. She could have killed her- blood and gust flying everywhere. Shuddering with disgust, she buried her head in her knees, bundling her body into a ball.
"Sugah, come out here this instant!" demanded her father, his stern voice imitating concern. /i Rose thought bitterly, i What a joke.../i Her father had only married her mother to slip out of child support. And if her mother had gotten any, she would have used it on herself. A couch exploded suddenly, flames licking the remainder of the frame, cotton bits intermixing with the other rubbish. She had to push back the bitter, hurtful thoughts, or someone would die. iI wish they would,/i she thought, a sob wracking her petite body. Suddenly, with a burst of energy, she flew out the window, down the fire escape, and to somewhere other then the hell-on-earth she was living on.
