The Forsaken Rose

The Forsaken Rose

I stared out the window. Stars filled the midnight sky, stretching as far as my eyes could see. The moon exposed itself, rising above the trees. Cascading its light, piercing through the naked tree branches and the darkness. I smiled faintly before closing the curtains. I walked over to my bed, pulling the sheets out

I climbed in and the warmth enveloped around me. I curled into a ball, pulling the blanket up to my chin.

My eyes suddenly became heavy, pushing me further into sleep. I tried to fight it, but in the end I knew it would win.

So I let go and drifted off.

I feel warmth around me. All over my body. I opened my eyes, bewilderment filling my perception. I sit up and glance around, checking out my surroundings.

I am in the middle of a field full of wild flowers. Trees line up on the outskirts of the field. My heart starts to hammer against my chest.

How did I get here?

" There you are." I recognize his voice.

My head snaps around, he's standing no more than 10 feet away from me. His smile flows through his whole face, lighting up and reaching his blue eyes. He takes a few steps towards me. His right hand is behind his back, hiding something from me. He keeps advancing towards me until he stands directly above me. He reaches his hand out for me to take, the smile never leaving his face. I stare at him, confused beyond belief.

Why is he here?

I have no choice but to take his hand. He pulls me up to face him. I only come up to his shoulder, so he has to look down at me.

" Brandon, why are we here?" I ask him.

" It's so beautiful here, full of life," he says.

I glance around, he is right. I see birds around, flying to near by trees. The sun is bright in a cloudless sky, it blankets everything wi...

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...ose I was still holding was now completely dark. Dead. The bright red that once inhabited it, was gone. The life from it drain.

I glance back up in the mirror. The old frail women was still there, crying and trembling. Just like me. For it was either the cold or the events that were occurring that caused this, but I do not know. Now just like Brandon, she too looked like a ghost.

The old frail women was me.

I knew what was next. I dried my tears, there was no use fighting it. I closed my eyes awaiting the inevitable.The "impending doom" so to speak.

On cue the wind whipped through, carrying me along with it. Carried into nothingness.

The wilted rose sank to the ground. The glistening frost started to climb up the stem, consuming it. Bit by bit. It lays there empty, cold.

And alone.

It lies unmoving with the wind blowing past it as if it wasn't even there.