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She sat behind the wheel as she drove the car at extremely high speeds. Jamming down on the breaks, her car came to a painful stop, and Rose sat completely still in her car. Tighter, tighter, and tighter yet, she gripped that steering wheel as if her very sanity relied on it. Streaks of ruinned mascara and salty tears rolled down her cheek and she slowly realized that she can not handle this any more. Her head began to fall down and she stared at her jeans. Dark blue circles where scattered around her thighs.
*drop*
Another tear fell, and then another, before she knew what was happening, she was bawling her eyes out completely into the palms of her hands. She screamed from the pain, loud unholy shreaks of an unpleasent emotion that she wish would leave. How did her life end up so complicated? How did her emotions become so fragile and delicate? How come she can not go back to her old still life, filled with meaningless drinking and parties? She finally managed to pull her head up and put her hands back up on the wheel. Steadying her breath, Rose softly whispered to herself.
"I want to go back."
*drop*
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Fiction Is So Much Easier Than Reality
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She had finally some how pulled herself together enough to drive herself home. At first, she just laid down, completely sprawled out on her bed, but then she felt a rush of openness that was very unwelcome at the moment. She curled up into a ball, hiding her face as she hugged her pillow. Rose cried even harder than she had inside her car. She was so confused, she didn't understand anything that was happening to her.
Two hours of crying non-stop, she finally slowly stood up and walked into her bathroom. Feeling off balanced and slightly sick, she had to brace her hands against the sink. Her legs felt like they were about to buckle under her from the weight of her pathetic life and her dreaded problems. Her body felt so weak, she felt so weak on the inside as well. She pulled her head up to face her horrid self in the mirror.
Rose stared into the reflection, she looked at the small bits of makeup that had run down her face. She looked at how red and flustered her cheeks had become from burrying her face into the pillow as she screamed and cried. She saw the way her lip quivered and shaked from being so scared and uncertain.
Rose drew in a long deep breath, trying to force herself to tough up, be stronger, to quit being so weak. She sighed and very slowly made her way into the kitchen to get a glass of water to hopefully settle down her nerves.
The second she turned a corner to get into the kitchen her eye instantly caught a shimmer, a tiny spark. A glistening knife, it still had beads of water dasling the metal of the blade from when it was last washed.
*drop*
This drop wasn't salty nor clear. Nor was it running down her cheek mixing with makeup, no. No. This dropplet held the beauty of a rosy metalic liquid. Rose red was the color of this drop, 'Roses on Rose.'
*dropdrop*
She smiled at the small irony, whether or not it would be her last smile or not, it was all up to Darrius and his timing. Through the smile, she forced a few softly spoken words from her lips.
"Darrius, will you catch me this time?"
*drop*
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