Literature
Every Rose Has Thorns
When she was a kid, before this disorder turned her into a person she didn't anymore know, Rose would grab the bracelets on her wrist and turn them, they just didn't feel right to her, now she grabbed them for a different reason. They scratched. Scratched her sore wrists from the handcuffs she wore just moments ago. And she remembered something. It all flushed into her mind now, the rage, the separation, the agony, it all flushed in in a pure rage. WHY ME? She wondered. WHY ANYONE? IF ONLY HE TOLD MOM, WOULD THEY NOT HAVE LEFT ME THEN? But as Sam saw her i