'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

I'm lying down. Under a streetlamp. It's very bright. Bright enough to have hurt my eyes if my pain sensation still existed. My blonde hair is all around my head and my red dress is spread around my ankles in impossible perfection. 


Unfortunately, a redhead seems keen on interrupting my little fantasy as he hovers right above me with his dog barking by him excitedly. His hair is falling over his face as he gazes down on me with vividly hazel eyes and a slight frown. 


"You had me thinking you were dead for a second," he tells me, his lips slowly cushioning the words out. I blink my drowsiness away and put out a hand that he takes. He helps me up and steadies me as I look around. 


A non-ending, dimly lit street lies ahead of us and what I remember to say is, "I am dead." 


I examine Tobias' tall figure as he paces slowly in front of me, his hands in his short's pockets and his eyes trained on the ground. 


16.1: Silly You