"Rose, let's go play on the swings today!" my best friend Cesar said to my 5 year old self. I nodded then ran after him as we each sat on a swing. It was the last day of kindergarten and I would being going to a different elementary school than Cesar and Michael and I was truly upset. They were my first friends ever and I was sad that I would never see them again. As we were leaving and saying our final goodbyes, Cesar hugged me. "Everything will be okay. We will see each other again," he whispered. "Every Rose Has Its Thorn, always remember that song for me. Please?"

I nodded as I cried.

He then gave me a rose. It was white and really beautiful.

That was the last I saw of Cesar.

I still have that rose.
.
.
.
I awoke quickly. Oh my God, that’s where I knew that song. I got up and ran to my locker.
"Carter, wait!" Tony called after me. Ugh, why does he want to follow me all of a sudden.
I reached my locker and threw it open, taking out a small box. Inside were the petals of the flower, pressed with the stem. I stared at it, tears in my eyes. Inside along with the box were my razors. I kept it in there so I see it whenever I feel the need to cut.

"Carter?" I heard behind me. I quickly closed the box, put it in my locker then locked it shut, not wanting him to see it. I turned around, tears slowly going away. "Have you been crying?" he asked. I looked away. I always do that when I'm upset: look up and away and avoid the eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows, like he realized something.

He walked away.

I groaned and walked toward the library. I wanted to find a book to read. Luckily, it was unlocked.

Do the janitors only lock the front doors?

I walked down the many shelves and isles of books. I picked out a few by my favorite authors and even a few classics. I sat down in one of the chairs to read "A Streetcar Named Desire" and finished it within an hour. I grabbed another book in my pile, which was a magazine of AP Magazine, which is a rock magazine. I was looking through it and quietly humming that song again. I started to slowly sing a little more and more. By that time, I was full on singing it. I remember the lyrics. Wow….

Tony's POV
I was walking through the halls, looking for something to do when I heard it. That voice. Rose's voice. I was wondering that I hear it in my head because it sounded distant. I ran around the halls, trying to get rid of the voice. Tears were streaming. Was I crying? Why was I crying? I felt this pain in my chest.

I missed Rose.

And this voice of hers was not helping.

Why was I hearing it?

My question was answered as I approached the library.

Notes

I know these are short but I promise they will get longer. Enjoy, trying to update often as possible.

Comment, Rate, Subscribe (^_^)

~Rea