Rosa sat on the bed silently.Her body shivered from the cold as a big gust of wind made its way though the broken window next to her.
Rosas face was pale and white and her skin was tight around her small bones.Her eyes once full of laugter but where now clouded and lifeless.No smile appeared of her pale pink lips and no laughter was heard escape from her mouth only the words 'There is not hope fo me now' came and all her happyness left her mind perhaps never to come back again.
The pain of her wounds didnot hurt the only pain she felt was mental.Her mind was dead no love,happyness nor joy was felt only pain, suffering and crulty was there.
For now anyway.
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There is ever a Rose without thorns.
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