"Isn't blood a better color match for roses?" He asked me with a psychotic smile. I don't know what I did to him. I always stay far away, I always did nice things to him. But.. Why is he like this? I looked around, my teacher's body laid down dead, as well as my classmates.. They died.. The same.. "Well? I'm asking you." He repeated as I looked at him, tears welled as I felt the urge to run, but, I know I'm gonna die. "You're very pretty Rose."