The Scent Of Blood and Roses

despite the circumstances that have hap

out at a mall when she was 9, in

ria, and Annita Parks loved her and took care of her so well that she grew into a spoiled gir

boring. But I

r life's going back on the ro

ered everybody in the city. Most people knew them for owning a flower shop business, just that. Yet, regardless if one knows them or

during, and after the incident. No records of them leaving and crossing the border to th

he had never seen in her entire life, only heard stories of her. It was their eldest sister

oller coaster and I'

ried her pace, dashing away from the figur

the streets at Drafdeille. Not from afar. She saw a silhouette of a

shed through the neck roughly, blood gushing out from the body, scattered everywhere were internal body parts that popped

. But she was too late. The figure saw h

rom something you can never outrun, from her grades, her night

d held her breath, even if it felt like her lungs were about to

blurry and makes her think that she's just running around in circles. The tall, dark, unwelcoming pine trees seem to

e that I passed by this huge acacia tree just a moment ago." Corrine’s pace is slowing down as her legs are shaking. Her a

ht it, she eventually passed out at the thorny rose bushes as her cheek dug through the sharp d

way from me, darling. Wherever you will go, I won't be

wrinkly rough hands and tried to nudge the girl, who was groaning and moani

ile beads of sweat and tears rolled down her anxious face down to her neck, le

dear. I'm here