Fan Fiction ❯ Garden of Black Roses ❯ Garden of Black Roses ( One-Shot )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Garden of Black Roses

I hate myself. I hate the burning rage inside of me and the bone-chilling loneliness inside as well. But I love the way the pain bites me when I slice an all too familiar object through my already scared flesh. I feel alive. And my torn insides… destroyed by the poison of pills that I've doused it with. I'm a mutated angel. Tainted. Lonely. Hated.

Hated. What else is new. I hate you and you hate me. That's the way of life. But not the life I want. I want this thing that people call happiness. But, when I see them happy, they're tormenting others. Why would I want that? Who would… I just want to feel loved for once, for someone to notice these invisible scars…someone other than me. Someone, who would say something. To help, perhaps.

It's to the point now that when my fingers dance with that bloodied edge, I enjoy the frozen touch of Death amongst my skin and soul, dipping It's hands through it like water. And seeing through it like it was nothing but glass.

As lost as I am, I still manage to find my way back to my garden of black roses, my sanctuary, my grave. Walls and walls of thorns to both protect me and hurt me from myself and others, but never from Death. For Death created this land for me, in my mind… This is where It waits for the last petal to fall, for the last swipe of the blade to glide, for the last drop of my blood to flow to take me. Always into the darkness forever with the rose of the deceased.

by: Mckayle Icener '04