C- I know right! I had to do something like that, but after this chapter, things will start, or they will seem, to get better.
RapunzelElsaFan- I didn't think you would, but if you ever want to get a little creeped out; come read!
Rose didn't know how long she sat there. Her eyes were stained red with tears and salty water cascaded down her cheeks. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know what to do, and she didn't know how to escape this dreaded place. She only knew that she was alone, again. She hated being alone. Finally gaining her strength, Rose stood up. She thought of her father, who would scold her for crying. Strict, strict father. She missed him so much.
I will get back to you, no matter how bad this place is. She promised.
With that promise, she started walking through the white room. There was nothing of any significance, or, nothing at all. She was just walking through plain, white surroundings. There were no paintings, no vases, and no bookshelves. There was nothing. Rose soon discovered that this was worse than the doll she was with. She was completely alone, and she couldn't stand that. All alone, with no way out, was not a good combination.
When she stepped, she expected to hear the small click bounce off the walls, but there was nothing. No objects, no colors, and no sound. She found herself constantly checking her hair for her rose, to make sure it didn't disappear too. She was glad she got that paint stain on her skirt, it was the only piece of clothing, other than her jacket, that stood out from the plank room.
This continued for a while, nothing happened. There was nothing to frighten her, but the eerie silence caused her to shake. She pulled her jacket more tightly around her, but to no avail. She hated being alone, she hated this silence, and she hated being trapped in this white space. After a few minutes of walking, though, Rose wished she was alone again. A dark shadow, if you could even call it that, sped behind her. She quickly turned around, but nothing was there. Uncertain of her superstitions, Rose walked on, although she was unsure of which way she was going. After a few steps, an eerie choir filled the area.
Ring around the Rosy,
Pocket full of posies,
Ashes,
Ashes,
And we all fall down.
It sang with emphasis on the 'Rose', though meaning the plant or her name, Rose did not know. What she did know, though, was that she wished the room had stayed silent. She started walking faster, but still found no way out of the horrid area. A brush of wind connected with her neck, and Rose was frozen in place.
You can't run away. A voice whispered. It sounded just like the doll's voice when it got angry, which caused Rose's fear to rise to a whole new level.
She couldn't see it, but she knew the shadow was behind her. Watching her. Waiting to see what she would do. Rose swallowed slowly and, with much effort, turned towards the dark being.
The first thing she noticed, was that it wasn't a shadow. It was what appeared to be a drop of paint, shaped like a man. It was completely black, like ink, and had no other color. It had no facial expression, and really no specific detail to it. This only made Rose shiver more. Now she wished there was no color anymore either. She stood there, frozen, for a while and kept her eye level with the figure. She was going to do this like her father would. That didn't last long, though, because when the figure came nearer; Rose shrieked and backed away.
Come here Rose! Let's have some fun! The doll's voice rasped. The voice seemed to be coming from the dark figure.
Rose wanted to be defiant. She wanted to shout out and say 'No!', but she couldn't. She was like a statue, frozen in place making no sound or movement. Forced to watch as the being crept closer and closer. The figure reached one, paint arm out at Rose, and she was immediately out of her trance. She tried to push the arm away, but it got caught in the thick, like tar. She pulled as hard as she could to free her arm, but the paint figure did not release her.
Why do you still run? You are mine! The figure growled.
In a sudden rush of strength Rose ripped her arm out of the figures grasp and shouted out.
"No I'm NOT!" she yelled, or shrieked more like, and ran.
She ran faster than she ever had before, a little too fast than her legs could retain. Her legs moved faster and faster, until they gave out beneath her. She soon lost her balance and tumbled to the floor. In her speed, she skidded on her knees, causing a large red injury to encase her left knee. Blood sailed down it, and stained the floor below her, followed by three petals from her delicate rose.
She watched in horror as the blood sailed down to the floor. It created a large stain that spread around like it was being absorbed. Absorbed? She examined the floor beneath her more closely, and found it was a blank canvas. The blood made it weak, as if only a small force could make it rip.
She studied it for a little too long, though, for the figure was only a few feet away and gaining distance by the second. Rose whimpered, and tried to stand up, but her knee could not support the weight, and she was forced to crawl back to escape. The figure still followed, but moved around the stain of blood. As if it was afraid of falling. As it crept to her right, Rose knew that her only chance, was that weak spot in the blank canvas.
She knew that this was the only option, but she was hesitant. She had no idea what could be down there, or if it was really anything. She considered wandering through this blank world to find an exit, but the dark figure's growl snapped her out of thought. This was her only chance. And anything down there couldn't be, or so she decided, worse than this.
So, gaining her courage, Rose took one leap, as far as she could go, and landed on the stain. She stuck her nails into the material, and felt it start to collapse. She took one last look at the dark figure, before she was dropped down to the floors below.
Stay fabulous my friends! ;)
I'll see you in the next update!