Rosebush

by ScarredAngelHeart

James wakes up the day after Carlos' party and finds himself tangled in a rosebush, pierced by hundreds of thorns and unable to remember a single detail from the night before. Everyone says the hit and run was an accident, but James knows the truth. Someone tried to kill him. Someone from the party. Now he has to figure out who's really on his side- before the killer strikes again.

Rosebush

The image is stark, yet beautiful.

It's just before dawn, at the moment when the world turns monochrome and everything is under a blanket of blue-grey light. The streetlights have gone off; the street is a still grey ribbon, scarred with two black marks trailing from the upper left of the image to the lower right. In the background, blurry, large houses hunker down, streaked dark from rain. In the foreground and slightly to the right, set in blue-grey grass, is a rosebush. It looks like something from a fairy tale, a witch cursed into an alternate form, gnarled finger reaching for the sky. At the center lies a guy.

Shreds of his black skinny jeans are tangled among branches blowing in the morning breeze like tiny flags. One of his legs is bent up; the other juts out of the bush dangling a converse shoe; male Cinderella ball gone bad. His left hand is under him, and the right one, with a friendship ring on the index finger, reaches up as though to pluck the single deep red rose that hangs above him-the only spot on color in the image. His face is lovely, dark hair feathering over half of it. His body is covered in angry gashes and a crimson river of blood trickles from his head. His lips pat, as though he's about to say something.

But then you see his eyes and know it's impossible. They are wide open, pupils fully dilated. And sightless.

It looks like any one of the dozens of photos I've taken for Carlos' Dead Princess series, with two crucial differences.

The guy in this photo should have been dead. And I didn't take it.

I'm in it. I'm the guy.

Hey guys, I'm back! I'm sorry that I'm starting a new story instead of finishing the others, but I really wanted to start this.

Okay, so I know it's really short, but it's a description of the picture taken of James after the "accident" (if you haven't already figured that out). This story will be in James' POV most of the time, so I'm not going to say it in the story. I will put who's POV it is if it's not James'.

The other chapters will be longer, I promise, but you gotta start somewhere, right? :)

Thanks for reading! Please review, I want to know if you guys are interested in this story. If you're not, I won't continue. Reviews are love (and motivation to update)!

Bye!