Chapter Eleven-

Rose was sitting at her desk silently. She was writing in a small leather bound book. For some time she sat in the dimly lit room writing everything she thought about. It didn't matter what it was about, as long as she kept her hand moving at all times. Thoughts, dreams, memories; anything that came to mind. Rose could sit for hours just writing about everything and anything. She had such different opinions and theories and no one to share them with; just the leather bound book.

It had been a gift to her on she and her boyfriend's third anniversary. Rose had thanked him greatly for it, before presenting him with her own gift. Rose used to sit and just smell the diary. Rose loved the scent of new leather. Now it was old. Now she wouldn't be able to smell anything but the dust which it had gathered over the years. Rose had just now taken it out of the little wooden box in which she kept her most prized possession.

Rose had just finished writing in her other journal, and since the pages were filled she had needed a new one. Moments after she left Piper's room she had the idea to use this journal. She had never written in it before. The pages were blank, just screaming at her to write on. She did.

She kept the first few pages blank, though. She didn't want to write on those, because they reminded her. They reminded her of her youth. Of when she was young, not cursed.

Rose's eyes wandered to the necklace she had laid on her bedside table. Her mother had given it to her.

Flashback Rose was sitting along at the family table. Mother was at work, and father had not come home for several nights. Mother was always crying. Rose wanted to help, but Mother always yelled at her when she tried to do something. Rose didn't want to make Mother upset, so she stopped trying. She also tried to be quite so mother could think and be alone.

Rose ate the cold soup that she had made for herself and then washed up. She went into Mother's room to get her pajamas. Mother always kept them in the third drawer in her cupboard.

When Rose went it, she walked over to the drawer. The room smelled like Mother's perfume. It was Jasmine, the same perfume she wore everyday.

Before Rose could open the drawer something small caught her eye. It was a beautiful Red Ruby necklace. The gold chain held a diamond-shaped red stone, which twinkled in the fluorescent light of Mother's room. She stretched out her hand to hold it for a moment, but her hand shot back to her body when she heard a crash and a scream in the kitchen.

"Mother?" Rose ran out of the room and through the hallway. She turned and pushed open the second door to the right. Someone was in the kitchen, but it wasn't Mother. He had broken the vase in which Rose's Mother had always kept her Jasmine's in.

Rose screamed when she saw Mother on the floor, wrestling with the man. The mad had on a mask. It was red with lots of black spots that looked like burn marks. Rose wondered why the masked man was trying to hurt Mother. She must help.

"No!" Her mother screamed. "Go get the necklace Rose. The necklace."

Rose wondered how her mother knew she wanted to help, but she left anyway. She ran back to Mother's room and grabbed the Ruby necklace. She ran back to Mother.

"Put it on Rose. Put it on." Rose did as her Mother said. Her vision was blurring through the tears. Her Mother wasn't having much luck with stopping the masked man. Why couldn't she help?

"It's too dangerous." Mother panted. Suddenly the masked man shot across the room and hit the back wall with a sickening thud.

"No! No Rose, you must not try to hurt him. Do not use your powers!"

"Mother?" Her mother grabbed a knife from the knife holder thingy (sorry, I don't know what it's called) and threw it at the demon. It hit him in the chest, and he burst into flame in front of Rose's eyes.

"Rose." Mother came over to her like nothing had happened. "You must never use your powers. This necklace will protect you, but it also will make your powers strong. Maybe too strong. Promise me you won't use your powers against anyone good. Against anyone."

"I promise Mother." Rose crossed her fingers behind her back.

"No crossing your fingers, Rose. This is serious."

"Yes Mother, I promise."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Mother."

Rose blinked rapidly. Where had that come from? She didn't remember that happening. She looked at the necklace.

"I promise." Her voice startled her, but not as much as the memory. Rose looked down at the book. It was closed. Had she closed it? She didn't recall doing it. Rose shrugged and got up from the desk. She walked over to Wyatt, and checked to make sure he was okay. When she saw that he was she turned off the light and got into bed. Closing her eyes she was asleep within moments.

As a breeze moved across the room Rose's notebook opened to the first page.

"I as sitting alone at the family table. Mother was at work and Father had not been home for several days"