Post by DeliaGem on Apr 27, 2010 10:20:49 GMT -5
Rose watched the night sky above her, sighing as a gust of wind picked up her hair. She had become irritated by the organization and her older brother. She took out her mask, black with gold and white high lights as she called them, beautiful but simple. She closed her eyes, remembering the times when she had been free from such tormoil and how she use to fight against her now fellow men. She was told this was a freedom, freedom from being mistreated by all those who opposed the Organization. However, she felt even more caged and chained up.
Rose wondered if she would ever be free from this hell whole she now calls home. Though her mind denies it with every fiber, her heart longs for her old home. She laughs bitterly, not knowing where this road may lead her, perhaps death is the only way to escape now, for she has killed and tortured those of her past. She asks whether it is right to live anymore.
Rose wondered if she would ever be free from this hell whole she now calls home. Though her mind denies it with every fiber, her heart longs for her old home. She laughs bitterly, not knowing where this road may lead her, perhaps death is the only way to escape now, for she has killed and tortured those of her past. She asks whether it is right to live anymore.