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"We're just going out for 10minutes, are you sure you'll be okay Rose? We have to run errands, and your father and I want to get them done before the snow storm comes." My mom spoke grabbing her coat from off of the hook. There's supposed to be a huge storm tonight, they're saying we should expect about a foot of snow in just 5 hours. However, I know that's not what she's worried about the most.

A week has passed, and Blaire is still missing, Danny is still "missing", and Nina is still in recovery. Thanksgiving break is right around the corner, but I don't know if the days will continue to be gloomy and filled with worry, or if we'll all put on fake smiles, let out fake laughs, and try to enjoy the holiday, like nothing has happened.

But everything just seems to be getting worse.

A couple of days ago, they discovered a young man's body in a black garbage bag thrown in a nearby lake. The police said the body was so badly mutilated it was hard to recognize whether the dead human was a female or male. Although you would expect for there to be answers given on whether the body is Danny's or not, they're having a hard time pulling off a mask super glued and stitched onto the person's face. I'm praying it isn't him, but I know Blaire had something to do with it.

There was a dark rose stabbed through the individual's throat.

I looked at my mom with a queasy feeling in my stomach.

"Yeah.." I began to speak.

".....the police are next door, windows and doors are locked...you guys installed new telephones around every corner of the house and an alarm system....I'll be fine"

When Nina mentioned how Blaire was after me, my parents automatically did everything they could that could keep me somewhat safe. Their child is in danger, a danger that I'm not sure if I can escape. My parents make sure they walk me out to my car in the morning when leaving for school, and a police escorts me to my car right after school. It's all so scary and completely bizarre.

Someone is after me, someone that I regretfully trusted and had sympathy for.

"Rose..."

"-no, I'm serious. It's okay. Now hurry before the storm comes."

My dad walked out of the back door, as my mom stood still with a worried facial expression.

Eventually she turned around, and followed my dad.

Silence filled the house.

After zoning out for a couple of seconds, I walked over to the back door, locked it, and then went to go turn on the house alarm. Once that was all done, I went to the family room and sat on on the couch.

I looked down at my phone trying to see if anyone has sent me any text messages, but there were none. Probably not because they didn't want to talk to me, but because I probably did not respond to their previous messages. I've just been so stressed. I'm hardly doing my homework, I'm barely eating, I'm barely sleeping.

I rubbed my hands over my eyes, and then reached for the TV remote that was to the left of me.

When the TV turned on, it was set to disney channel . I quickly started to scroll through the channels.

I eventually came across the tv show criminal minds. It seems like my whole life at the moment could be in one of these episodes. I began to watch it.

I reached over and grabbed a blanket that was on the couch. The current episode playing was about two sick guys that hijacked a school bus filled with high schoolers, and took them to this secret building to play a real life version of their favorite killing game. Right now, a boy and a girl were in a room holding a gun in each of their hands, having to decide whether or not to shoot each other in what seemed like milliseconds.

"Shoot, shoot!" One of the grown men spoke through an earpiece to the girl.

I began to have a flashback.

"Shoot! Shoot now!" I heard Blaire scream at me. We were outside in his backyard, it was night, it was freezing, and I felt the snow soaking through my boots. I don't know how I ended up outside, I thought I went to sleep on the couch after the party.

I looked up at the back of Blaire's house seeing a figure hung on a cross like Jesus Christ. The individual had the same outfit on that Jesus was wearing during his crucifixion, including the wooden crown.

I can't see the face. Who is it? Who is it?!

I looked down at the gun I was holding in my hand, as tears came out of my eyes.

Why was I holding a gun? How did I get there? How did I even agree to being there or holding the gun?

"Fuck Rose!" Blaire yelled snatching the gun from me, he then looked at the individual pointing his gun at them.

"Stop Blaire!" I screamed trying to turn to him and snatch the gun out of his hand, however, I only fell on the floor and started vomiting. I was still under the influence.

I wasn't in front of my house when I had this part of the flashback earlier?

I turned over laying in the snow, seeing the moon, the shining stars. Tell me this is a dream God, tell me this is a dream.

"Rose, we have to finish the job now!" I heard Blaire yell. I wanted to tell him no, I wanted to scream and run out of there, but I couldn't move, I was paralyzed. My legs were stiff, my arms were unmovable, my mouth wasn't opening.

Blaire hovered over me.

"Looks like the drug is kicking in too soon....I knew you weren't capable of doing this with me anyways, it's unfortunate, we would've made a great team."

Blaire then went away, and three gunshots went off.

I snapped out of my flashback to the sound of three knocks being made against the front door. My breathing was heavy from the flashback, but calmed down.

"Don't answer the door, don't go to the door." I whispered to myself. It could be Blaire, but what if it isn't? What if the police or someone next door just wants to check on me?

A couple of seconds passed by as I wandered in my thoughts, which were all over the place.

If I go to the door, that doesn't mean I have to open it, I could easily peak through the window to see what or who is out there.

I got up from the couch putting my cellphone in my sweater pocket, and began to walk towards the door.

"You're being over dramatic Rose." I whispered to myself. You weren't cautious all of these other months of knowing Blaire, what changed? I thought you were just a stupid girl?

"I am." I answered to myself. Stupid for trusting, stupid for being blinded to truth, stupid for getting drunk that night! Blaire drugged me, Blaire killed someone right in front of me! And I was there, why was I there?! I didn't want to do it, I couldn't have wanted to do it. I'm not crazy.

I'm not crazy.

I looked down at my wrist as I continued to walk towards the door.

The name "Michael" that was carved into my wrist was beginning to heal.

When I finally reached the door, I stood in front of it.

I took a deep breath, as I walked to the side a little bit, and looked out of the window.

No one is there.

I went to my alarm system, turned it off, and then went back to the front door opening it slowly.

My hands began to sweat as they twisted the door handle, and the sounds of the outside soon became music to my ears.

When the door was opened fully, the cold winter wind blew across my face sending shivers down my spine.

There was no one outside, the only thing I could see was fresh snow covering the street ground by the second. I hope my parents are on their way home.

As I began to turn around, an object on my front door step caught my attention.

I completely froze when I realized what it was.

A fresh rose.

I quickly took a step inside of my house and slammed the door behind me locking it.

"I hand picked them, I always do."

Blaire is here.

I pulled out my phone from my pocket, and I immediately tried calling my parents, but it wasn't working.

Panic was filling inside of me.

I looked down at my phone.

"No connection."

Fuck.

I have no other choice but to call the police right now. I can't go outside.

He's outside.

I went over to one of the house phones and dialed 911.

Holding it to my ear, I kept my eye on the front door and windows.

A shadow passed by outside.

"911 what's your emergency?" They finally answered.

"Blaire Weston is outside of my house right now there's a warrant out for his arrest, my name is Rose Adam's someone.....knocked on my door and I opened my...my door and there was a rose there was a rose there and Blaire only delivers fresh roses-"

"-mam' please slow down and stay calm you're not making much sense-"

"-please just come here right now-"

Right then the landline cut off, as well as the power.

I dropped the phone, and completely looked around in fear. Blaire is probably in my house right now, waiting to make his move.

There's only one thing left to do.

I ran towards my front door, opened it, and darted out of my house towards Danny's home.

The snow was coming down like crazy, and the winds were harsh. However, I still managed to run. My feet were turning stone cold as I ran through the snow. I didn't have on socks nor shoes leaving out of the house. I was almost to Danny's house though, just any second.

I ran up his porch stairs and rang the doorbell continuously while knocking on the door as well. They just had to have their doors locked on a night like tonight.

I looked back, seeing a tall figure in the distance standing by my house looking at me.

Blaire started walking towards me.

I continued to ring the doorbell and knock.

"Open the door! Open the door!" I shouted. Not only am I going to get kidnapped by Blaire, but get frostbite as well.

I turned to the side: he was only getting closer.

The moon illuminated his pale, porcelain skin, and his eyes lit up as if they were the ocean waves turning into a tsunami.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted in fear, and began banging on the door again.

Where the hell are these people?!

Right at that moment, a policeman opened the door with other people standing around him, holding onto his gun.

I flung myself on the ground, and took a couple of seconds to breathe.

When I finally somewhat caught my breath, I began to speak. Everyone was looking at me as if I was crazy.

My whole entire body was burning as it warmed up from being in the cold, and there was a sharp feeling in my chest.

"Blaire....was outside."