Authors Note: Here’s a story that I started to write when I was twelve. I have not gone back to edit or re-write the beginning parts so just bear with me as I finish it now, over a decade later (haha this should be interesting). However the people who have read it so far really seem to like it and have been pestering me to finish it. Since I enjoy the characters so much and already have a good idea about how it will all end, I’m gonna indulge everyone’s wish. So let’s see what happens, shall we…………

Every Rose Has Its Thorn

By:

Luciana_Malfoy

Chapter One

She didn't believe that she was truly bad, hadn't been born that way, but for some reason she could not comprehend, people believed that she was. Even her father, of whom she had loved dearly and had thought loved her almost as much. But he turned out like all the rest, he had turned against her, tried to send her away to a place where they attempt to drain the life out of you. He tried to trick her but she had proven that she was beyond that. Oh yes, now she could never be fooled again. Rebecca Sterling was deceit-proof. Despite this truly magnificent quality that she now possessed, she had ended up in this place, as a result of an overlooked opponent. Here in this damp, fearful, hateful place. You walk in as a living, breathing human being and you come out a lifeless, cold-blooded zombie. Skin the color of buttermilk, with a sallow undertone from not seeing the sun, eyes rimmed with the red ring of insomnia, a lean and unhealthy looking body and an emotionless heart. You are transformed into a thing that is programmed to feel no emotion. No love. No pain. No sadness. No fear. Nothing. After so long, all there is is blackness. An empty pit of obscurity. This place, to put it simply, is Hell. Rebecca knew it all too well. She sat back against the stained and padded wall of her lonely room and closed her eyes. When she was committed to Fairview State Hospital two years prior for a malevolent crime, she had thought she'd seen the worst of it in the jail she was held in during the trial. But she had come to realize that the worst was yet to come. When she was brought here, on the way to her cell, she was led down a hallway. A long hallway with countless doors on each side. Behind those doors were countless figures. Figures with no faces. Just shadows of forgotten victims. There were no faces here, nor were there any names, just the criminally and clinically "insane". That's all. Behind those doors, each one endured their own private hell. Some quietly. Others obstreperously. Their anguished cries could be heard in every room. Rebecca was one of the quiet ones. She didn't scream, she didn't shout, in fact, she hardly ever made a sound. She was semi-catatonic, after all. Or so they thought. Rebecca always knew she'd make a great actress.

Realizing she was letting her mind wander a little too long, Rebecca opened her eyes. Then she attempted to stand up, which was not an easy task, considering the straight-jacket she was now bound by. Bastards must have put it on me while I was sleeping, she thought to herself. She realized she would have to struggle, but with a little effort she could get herself up. She scooted firmly against the wall, so that her back was parallel to it. Bending her knees, she strained to push herself up. Her thigh and calf muscles rippled and flexed as she did so. She was halfway to a standing position, she kept pushing, a little bit more, there she made it. She exhaled and took a deep breath. She coughed. The air was musty and unclean. She longed to step out into the sunlight and breathe clean, fresh air, even though a thick layer of California smog hovered over the sky. I guess California doesn't occupy the space on the map for best climate anymore, she thought. Sterling paced back and forth in the tiny room not fit for a dog. She knew she had to formulate a plan, she knew she must escape. She would even sell her soul to the Devil himself. Any sane person would. Because that's what she was, a sane and rational person. Not as bad as everyone thinks. She just eliminates her obstacles, that's all. Doesn't everyone do that? She realizes she goes to extremes sometimes, but she has no choice. Just like her current situation, she no longer has a choice. She must get out of this rat-infested hellhole. No matter what……

A/N- There is more to come, stay tuned……………………………………………………….