This is just a very short story (this chapter only) that accompanies my poem 'Roses are red'. I thought this little piece of writing would make the poem slightly clearer so if you would all be kind enough to read that also I would very much appreciate it. Please review and let me know what you think. Thank you.

Blood Red Rose

She sat huddled tightly in the corner of the room. She clutched at her wrist, her body shaking with the cold and the shock. Large, salty tears spilled down her cheeks and landed on her arm she buried her face in her knees, brown hair falling untidily around her.

What were they doing to him? Are they hurting him? Why did they take him from her like that? Was he...dead?

Questions were spinning around her mind. She didn't know what was happening, why she was here and where her boyfriend was. They had taken him. Physically dragged him away from her. Now she didn't know where he was or even if he was still alive.

As she took another shaky intake of breathe she heard footsteps. Looking up she saw him. He stood in front of her, looking down upon her with those bright blue eyes she had fallen in love with. Although now, they didn't shine as they used to.

Jumping up with more strength than she thought her legs could cope with, she half ran and half fell towards him. Throwing her arms around his neck she began to cry fresh tears. Tears of relief flooded down her cheeks and onto his strong shoulders.

Suddenly she pulled away from him. Something wasn't right. He didn't reach up to embrace her also. She took a step back and looked into his eyes. Then she saw a small trickle of blood run from the corner of his mouth. Letting her eyes slowing fall downwards she saw why he had not embraced her. His hands were tightly clutching a large blood stained area on his stomach.

Gasping she stepped forward again, just in time to catch him as he fell to his knees. Wincing from the pain in her wrist she carefully helped to lower him to floor, resting his head on her knees.

She placed her hand on his hair and slowly began to stroke it back form his face. Yet more tears fell from her eyes as he looked up at her. Neither of them said a word but his eyes told her everything she needed to know. They yelled sorry to her at the same time as showing the pain he felt. They pleaded with her to help him in the same instance as telling her there was nothing she could do.

But she could not let this happen. They weren't going to get away with it. She loved him too much to let him die, here and now. Not like this. She would help him. He couldn't die.

Sifting her weight slightly she cradled his head in her arms and began to whisper reassuring words to him.

"Don't worry. It will be alright. I won't let anything happen to you. It will be alright." She managed through her sobs. She looked down at his shaking hands, still clutching tightly at his stomach.

What was she going to do? She couldn't help him. She couldn't get help. She was going to loose him. Her eyes wandered once more to the base of the wall where she had been huddled moments earlier. She noticed something even in the dimness of the room. She stretched out a hand to pick it up as he gave a small whimper from her lap. It was the pearly white rose he had given her just hours earlier. Those last few hours had seemed like days. The petals of the perfect white rose was now stained red. Blood red.

This single beautiful flower has symbolised their love. The white pureness of the love they shared together was now gone. Stained red with the blood of her boyfriend. The blood of her broken heart.


Suddenly her eyes shot open. She lay breathing heavily in her bed, her hair clinging to her damp face, fresh from tears. She sat up, staring into the darkness, seeing nothing.

It was a dream. She thought to herself. He's ok. Nothing happened to him. It was only a dream.

Lying back against the pillow she made herself more comfortable by turning onto her side. Looking up at the small shelf on the side of her bed she saw the perfect whiteness of the rose as it stood tall and straight in a small vase. She smiled as she remembered him giving it to her.

Quickly her smile faded from her face. She abruptly sat up again in the bed and picked up the white rose from where it stood. Looking at it closely she noticed something lying on its petals.

On one of the perfectly white segments of the flower was one single drop of blood.