Post by tweak on Nov 5, 2003 21:50:51 GMT -5
CHAPTER 1: NOW
The singing drives me crazy. It never stops. I moved into this town to get away from all the noise. But it's still there. After all that the doctor's said. It just never stops. They said I would be ok. But I'm not ok. I never have been. I was just so glad to get out of the hospital that I never thought that I might have a relapse.
I only want to be normal. I've never been normal. And it's all her fault. She ruined me forever. And I will never forgive her. Never. Even if I was at heavens gate and all I needed to get in was to forgive her. I would not. I would rather live in hell than forgive her. It would make me happy to watch her suffer as she made me suffer in this life. Please just make me better. That's all I want.
CHAPTER 2: CHILDHOOD
I rushed home to tell my mother the good news. I'd gotten a B+ on my grammar test! I studied so hard! And it was paying off! Mother would be so proud of me. I came up to the small trailer door and pushed it open. My mother was sitting on the couch in her pink bathrobe watching TV. I came in with a huge smile on my face but she didn't notice me.
"Rose!" My mother screeched at me. I flinched at my name. My mother had wanted a girl so bad that she refused to name me anything but Rose. "Get me a cigarette." I did as my mother told me. She lit the cigarette up and puffed it. I decided this was my chance. I took a deep breath. "Mom, I got a B+ on my grammar test." She brought her eyes up from the TV.
"You what?" She questioned me.
"I got a B+ on my grammar test." She stood up and towered above me.
"A B+? You couldn't get an 'A'? What's wrong with you?" I took a step back from her. She hit me with the back of her hand, right on my cheek.
I feel to my knees with a 'thud'. She hit me again. Then I heard it. Above my screams she began to sing. "Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" Then she started yelling at me. "Do you hear me Rose? Do you hear me? We all fall Rose! You and I, Rose, we're falling together! Forever! You're falling Rose! You're falling!"
CHAPTER 3: NOW
I'm so tired. I want to sleep. But when I close my eyes I fall. Please let me sleep. Leave me alone. She won't leave me alone. She haunts my dreams at night. And she sings to me. I just want her to leave. Please take her away from me. She won't leave. Let me rest. Please.
CHAPTER 4: CHILDHOOD
It was the fourth day of summer. All the children were playing at the park. Except for me. Mother says I have to prune the roses. She loves her roses. She has roses of every color and she loves each one.
I brushed the sweat out of my eyes. It was 95 degrees outside. I was on the last rose bush when mother came out. The slamming of the door scared me and it made me miss my aim. I cut off a blood red rose. It fell to my feet and looked at me mockingly. I clenched my muscles in fear as my mother got nearer. Her shadow fell on me and threw my world into darkness.
"What have you done?" My mother bellowed at me.
"I..I..I didn't mean too." I stuttered to my feet.
"You broke a rose! Now I'll have to brake you, Rose!" She pushed me on top of the bushes.
The thorns of the bushes dug deep into my skin. I began to cry helplessly. My mother began to kick me as I wailed. Then she started to sing. "Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" She stopped kicking me.
"Help!" I yelled. "What?" My mother said to me.
"Help me. Please." I reached my hand out of the bushes for help. My mother looked at me in disgust.
"No, Rose. You will always be alone." With that she spat on me and went back into the trailer. I eventually made it out of the bushed, but not before I bleed all over myself. As I got up I noticed that there was a single drop of my own blood on a white rose I brushed against.
CHAPTER 5: NOW
All I need is a walk in the evening air. Before I left the house I grabbed my gun. I know guns are dangerous, but it gives me a safe feel. Then I left the house. The evening air relaxed me considerably. It was nearly dusk and the laughter of children was still there.
As I approached the park I saw that the laughter was coming from three little girls, about the age of ten. I stopped and watched them giggle as they jumped rope. They stopped jumping rope and got in a circle. Then I heard it. It started off quite, and then it got louder. "Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall down." I ran towards them screaming. "Stop!" They didn't hear me. They all laughed as they started again. I pulled out my gun and shot the nearest one. I heard them scream as one fell. Then I shot the next one. She fell too. The third one screamed and then fell like the others. I ran. I ran as fast as I could. All I could hear was the song. I reached the town when the street lamps went out. I kept running until I was in the outskirts of town. I stopped when I came to a bridge. It was a very long drop. I leaned over the edge and vomited until I was crying to much to breath. I wept more when I stopped. I stood on the edge of the bridge. I spread my arms. And then I sang. "Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall down."
Ashes ashes we all fall down. We all fall down. We all fall. We all fall down. We fall. Fall. Down.
The singing drives me crazy. It never stops. I moved into this town to get away from all the noise. But it's still there. After all that the doctor's said. It just never stops. They said I would be ok. But I'm not ok. I never have been. I was just so glad to get out of the hospital that I never thought that I might have a relapse.
I only want to be normal. I've never been normal. And it's all her fault. She ruined me forever. And I will never forgive her. Never. Even if I was at heavens gate and all I needed to get in was to forgive her. I would not. I would rather live in hell than forgive her. It would make me happy to watch her suffer as she made me suffer in this life. Please just make me better. That's all I want.
CHAPTER 2: CHILDHOOD
I rushed home to tell my mother the good news. I'd gotten a B+ on my grammar test! I studied so hard! And it was paying off! Mother would be so proud of me. I came up to the small trailer door and pushed it open. My mother was sitting on the couch in her pink bathrobe watching TV. I came in with a huge smile on my face but she didn't notice me.
"Rose!" My mother screeched at me. I flinched at my name. My mother had wanted a girl so bad that she refused to name me anything but Rose. "Get me a cigarette." I did as my mother told me. She lit the cigarette up and puffed it. I decided this was my chance. I took a deep breath. "Mom, I got a B+ on my grammar test." She brought her eyes up from the TV.
"You what?" She questioned me.
"I got a B+ on my grammar test." She stood up and towered above me.
"A B+? You couldn't get an 'A'? What's wrong with you?" I took a step back from her. She hit me with the back of her hand, right on my cheek.
I feel to my knees with a 'thud'. She hit me again. Then I heard it. Above my screams she began to sing. "Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" Then she started yelling at me. "Do you hear me Rose? Do you hear me? We all fall Rose! You and I, Rose, we're falling together! Forever! You're falling Rose! You're falling!"
CHAPTER 3: NOW
I'm so tired. I want to sleep. But when I close my eyes I fall. Please let me sleep. Leave me alone. She won't leave me alone. She haunts my dreams at night. And she sings to me. I just want her to leave. Please take her away from me. She won't leave. Let me rest. Please.
CHAPTER 4: CHILDHOOD
It was the fourth day of summer. All the children were playing at the park. Except for me. Mother says I have to prune the roses. She loves her roses. She has roses of every color and she loves each one.
I brushed the sweat out of my eyes. It was 95 degrees outside. I was on the last rose bush when mother came out. The slamming of the door scared me and it made me miss my aim. I cut off a blood red rose. It fell to my feet and looked at me mockingly. I clenched my muscles in fear as my mother got nearer. Her shadow fell on me and threw my world into darkness.
"What have you done?" My mother bellowed at me.
"I..I..I didn't mean too." I stuttered to my feet.
"You broke a rose! Now I'll have to brake you, Rose!" She pushed me on top of the bushes.
The thorns of the bushes dug deep into my skin. I began to cry helplessly. My mother began to kick me as I wailed. Then she started to sing. "Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" She stopped kicking me.
"Help!" I yelled. "What?" My mother said to me.
"Help me. Please." I reached my hand out of the bushes for help. My mother looked at me in disgust.
"No, Rose. You will always be alone." With that she spat on me and went back into the trailer. I eventually made it out of the bushed, but not before I bleed all over myself. As I got up I noticed that there was a single drop of my own blood on a white rose I brushed against.
CHAPTER 5: NOW
All I need is a walk in the evening air. Before I left the house I grabbed my gun. I know guns are dangerous, but it gives me a safe feel. Then I left the house. The evening air relaxed me considerably. It was nearly dusk and the laughter of children was still there.
As I approached the park I saw that the laughter was coming from three little girls, about the age of ten. I stopped and watched them giggle as they jumped rope. They stopped jumping rope and got in a circle. Then I heard it. It started off quite, and then it got louder. "Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall down." I ran towards them screaming. "Stop!" They didn't hear me. They all laughed as they started again. I pulled out my gun and shot the nearest one. I heard them scream as one fell. Then I shot the next one. She fell too. The third one screamed and then fell like the others. I ran. I ran as fast as I could. All I could hear was the song. I reached the town when the street lamps went out. I kept running until I was in the outskirts of town. I stopped when I came to a bridge. It was a very long drop. I leaned over the edge and vomited until I was crying to much to breath. I wept more when I stopped. I stood on the edge of the bridge. I spread my arms. And then I sang. "Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall down."
Ashes ashes we all fall down. We all fall down. We all fall. We all fall down. We fall. Fall. Down.