ROSES ??

School was like any other school. There are the jocks, the sluts, the popular, the emos and the smart ones. Posters on the wall, teachers roaming down the hallways as they squeze around the small and narrow halls. Half-child Half-adult as we all known as " Teenagers" we're having their good or bad day on school.

Sluts on their skimpy skirts making g their ass show off for everyone to see. Some where kissing on the lockers while some are getting heated on the Janitor's closet. Jocks walking down the hallways like they own the school, puffing their chest strutting, looking like a big air headed fool on the street.

Attention seeking teenagers. They have too much time on their hands. Maybe they're just like me, having problems but the difference is their problems is too common, too small that it won't even compare to mine in comparison.

"What dress would be more cute or sexy?" Or "Will this dress impress my him/her?"

Such simple problems that I wish to have, wish to have replaced with my dilemmas and sufferings.

How I wish to be a normal teenager, having crush and going to parties. Sneaking out and going to dates. But now I'm stuck with this. This darkness that is taking over my body bit by bit.

I needed a smoke so I just walk straight out to the men's bathroom. There was someone groaning inside, I opened it and was greeted by the sight of a guy,his mouth taped and his body are in bind. His skin is pale and gets paler and paler any minute with his big glasses on top of his nose and his somewhat curly hair shielding his eyes.

Bullying and seeing someone being bullied are normal here. The strong will prey for the weak. That's the law here.

I almost laugh but when he finally lifts his head I see the look in his eyes. It was gray and has a silver streak on it. The same desperation he had made me remembered the time when I was so helpless. His eyes pleading me, to get him out and let him cut the binds binding him.

He look like he wanted to die, he look like he wanted to leave this f*cking unfair world. He's just like me.

He's just like me.

After that I take a small knife with me, his eyes held fear while I just calmly stoop down and slizce the binds, tearing off the tape on his mouth.

"Th-thank you-uu"

It was low and weak unlike his tall stature. He was at least 6'2 when he stand wobbly after being held there for hours.

"Who did this to you"

He was shocked but fear and confusion take over his eyes. He must think I'm going to mock him. Narrowing my eyes he shrunk back.

"I'm asking you again. Who did this to you?"

My tone was deadly and I don't like to repeat myself.

"Why-y? I me-mean I-i don't know you"

His voice gets smaller until it sound like a whispher.

"Your name"

"E-Elliot"

It was a manly name not fitted for him but it's not my business though.
I pretend to think and said.

"Let me guess... Richard and his brainless minions"

Sneering I found him flinching at his name. It didn't do well for me and before I knew it I was dialing Richard.

"Hello rose what do yo-"

"Touch Elliot again and I'll kill you"

I cut him before he could speak another word. Lifting my eyes I could see his gaze full of questions.

"Well, it's seems like you're my person now, Elliot"

Smirking at him I walk away and left him hanging.

I'll give him another chance to live. I can't even save myself but this time I will save him.

I won't let him die.

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Suicide is not a solution or escape.

There are many things that you still don't know and if you die, touch won even have a chance to know it.

Try to look for the positive side of life and you won't regret it.

Hope you love this chapter and this is not really more about love. If course yes rose will have her guy but not now. She still need to save and love herself before she love others.

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