Different

****(c) by Dragenruler ****

*Please scroll down* She sat silently, her hands damped fill of sweat as she held onto the thorn red blood covered rose. Blood leaped through the flesh wounds as the rose pricked deep into her satin skin. The darkish red blood softly sprinkled against the dark grey wooden floors as she slowly sunk further into the ground. Trying to hide her head from the shame... Her long dark hair curtained around her face as she lowered her head, eyes cast downwards... No eye contact... They said her eyes glowed a dark yellow, making her piercing blue eyes demonic as she stared at someone. Her smile so fake making everyone's skin crawls. Yeah, she was different! She got that and accepted it with a sad smile... but, was she that different? She lifted up her small bony prickled hand wiping away the tears that were treating to fall from her bewitching eyes. She didn't need them, they would only cause more... She was too thin! That must've been it, but then again maybe she was too fat? She didn't smile enough, she knew she had to pretend... but she didn't want to be something she's not. Ghostly rubbing her prickled fingers against her cheeks, blood smeared everywhere. They were only small cuts, they could heal... She slowly lifted up her gaze, everything felt so cold and damped. Her bedroom didn't feel like hers anymore; this wasn't her room or her house. She didn't belong... Tears rolled down her satin skin as she played with the rose, covered in a darkish red from her prickled hands. She didn't care, such beauty even covered in blood it looked unparalleled... She pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear letting the bloodied rose fall onto the wooden floor, making a small blood red petal fall off the rose. She let out a soft sniff as more tears rolled down her cheeks. It looked so alone, just like her. Being pushed away from the only thing it has ever come to know as home by the people it cared about the most. The dark petal looked different from the rest. She quickly crawled towards the small thing, not caring if her white silky dress got dirty or torn. She frowned slightly as she picked up the small petal, caressing it. It was different, the small petal was different! Not one drop of blood had touched it. She smiled softly, her eyes showing a new emotion, something not even she truly knew. It was different...