'ALL IT TAKES IS SLIT WRISTS, THEN THERE'S NO WAY OUT'

Roseline hates what has become of herself. Dumped by her boyfriend. Divorcing parents. Bullied in her school. Overshadowed by her siblings. Terrible grades. All which translated into an uncertain, gloomy future.

She wants out, and she thinks she gets it when she realizes that the blood running through her veins is all that links her to the cruel world.

She slits her wrists and all that follows makes her realize that this wasn't the out she was looking for. 

She's petrified when she realizes that she isn't really dead (at least not spiritually, as she likes to think) and is watching the consequences of her action unfold in front of her.

Masks fall and awful secrets are revealed, with more lives at stake as Roseline fights her way through, asking herself the same question 'every day'- Will I find a way out out of my way out? Or will I be trapped here? Forever?

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What Follows

"You'd like to give us something?" Aiden repeats as Jacob stands by idly, watching the situation. 


"Who's William?" is what Tobias asks for the twentieth time. 


William, who's standing all tall and mighty, wipes away his glistening forehead, shifts a lot in his place, gulps once, twice, then finally speaks. 


"I would like to apologize if I have interrupted something," He says, trying a small smile and failing as his eyes assess the place. "I- forgive me- you probably know nothing about me and it's understandable." 


Jacob steps closer to him and crosses his arms across his bare chest as his golden hair gets tousled by a light breeze. "How can we help you?" 


William swallows hard and I know that his anxiety is allowing him to only breathe burrowed oxygen. His left-hand reaches his back pocket to just touch his inhaler before dropping it by his side again. 


12.3: Greyscale