Rosline
(Don't worry bout the setting its a nightmare :P)
I hear a voice calling out to me, softy like the whisper in the wind, "Rosline, oh Rosline I know where you are." It's say getting closer and closer. I am surrounded by roses, each Rose was white stained with the Crimson blood of someone I couldn't tell. "Oh Rosline, you've been bad. It's time for me to punish you..." The voice says even louder. I knew the voice but I couldn't remember who it was, all I could do was slowly back away like I was backing from a predator. I took a step back and heard the crunch of bone. Looking down I saw the bodies of all my servants mostly turned into skeletons. I drop to my knees, a sharp pain in my chest. "Look Rosline, look what you did. You will never avoid this if you follow the path your on now." The voice said getting even closer. I was crying, alone and afraid. Apperntly it wasy fault. The face that came out of the shadows was one that I drove me to pure terror, it was the previous bulwark I had killed. The reason was because of how she beat me every time I messed up. And now here she was getting ready to punish me with her lavender whip and cruel, cruel mind. She pulled the whip back once and struck me hard in the shoulder, I felt the pain but could do nothing against it as she kept whipping me, over and over again as if I was something a child hits for fun. "Master please stop..." I say the words getting quieter and quieter until the last one was barley audible. A crimson rain fell from the sky next, coating me and the previous master in blood, when I looked up I was staring into azure eyes and a face that was my own. "Rosline, I'm going to be punishing you, I'm going to make you pay." The master said as I woke up from te nightmare. Atlanta was holding me, keeping me close in my bed of roses. I had a dry sweat going down my face as I slowly realese myself from Atlanta's embrace and sit in a chair shaking in fright. "My (master as in teacher not master-servant) Master can't be alive, I killed her with my own two hands. I watched her die, I watched life leave her face, I watch her run dry of blood." I say to myself trying to calm down. I felt a sting on my shoulder and law blood leaking through my dress, from the same spot I was always whipped on by her. "She's dead isn't she? I burned the body and scattered the ashes..." I say with even more fear. The pure terror to me was unbelievable and only those who had saw behind the closed doors would know the truth. |