Prologue
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On the day my best friend died, I was given a rose with five thorns.
At first I didn't know what it meant. The thorned rose sat on my desk in the corner of my room. Curling petals the color of blood, with small wilting leaves protruding from its crooked green stem. As time passed on, I thought it was beautiful, how it never browned or yellowed at the edges. How every time I ran my fingers over its lush petals it would still remain soft and plush. How I would remember it was pushed gently into the palm of my hand the day of my best friend's funeral every time I would lift it up to my nose to inhale its light fragrance, and how, whenever I looked over my shoulder to see who had given it to me, there was no one.
I used to think it was strong, I thought it was a gift to help me get over my grief, given to me at my best friend's dark rainy funeral. But that was before I knew what it represented. What it and it's five deadly thorns stood for.
My mother used to tell me to be strong.
But now I know the only hope to win back my life is to become brave.
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Winter's Lullaby
FantasyDay Winters used to be happy, she had a normal life with normal teenage things, until the day her best friend died. Now Day is alone, she has no one to talk to, no one to turn to or rely on but the mysterious stranger who pushed the stem of a rose i...
