"I'm just a painter and your just a man that sings little songs."
Rose Della, a beautiful women with hands of magic, she paints to hide the pain and mixes colors to ease to her mind.
Rose paints about her past hoping the trauma will glide past her s...
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(Tw: suicidal thoughts)
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rosadella She's Even Pretty With No Skin
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Nobody has seen Rosa for a week, she's only sent a text saying she was fine but people are getting worried now.
Her friend's are scared.
Harry is scared.
Nobody has seen her because she locked herself away, she never wanted to leave again.
She felt like she was drowning over and over again, she didn't want to be here anymore.
Why am I here? She thought.
Why am I on this fucking planet?
Nobody wants me here?
Her thoughts were spiraling, the negative was crowding her brain then a ring.
Her phone.
Rosa glanced to her phone, her mother, her mother was the last person she wanted to talk to right now.
Rosa picked up the phone to hear her mom's sinful words "He called me today, I can't believe you told him it was his fault. What did I tell you? A man is never the victim. You were made to please him. Why did I even keep you?" She scoffed then hung up, leaving Rosa in her thoughts.
Why did I keep you?
Those words could mean so many things but none were good.
Kill yourself, your done here.
Why are you here?
Do you have a reason?
"You do art? Thought you were more fun than that"
"Your mine love, made for me"
"Why did I keep you?"
"Your friends with men?"
"I did pay 15 pounds for that"
All those words hurt in more ways than one but the worst was from her mother.
