Tainted rose

It appeared like any other day; nothing seemed to have changed. Nothing out of place. However, this day I saw what hope, innocence and naivety had hid before. Dull colours replace brighter hues. Bullets made of tears rained down on a ground painted green and grey; this time I didn't hope for the sun...

For the first time (but not the last), the warm smile of our precious star peeking out from behind miserable charcoal clouds didn't wake me up. Instead, I was dragged from serene sleep by the cruel sound of an attack at my window; of heavy footsteps closing in. I opened tired eyes to the painful glare of stormy skies and fire in my eyes. As if the world had sensed a change of path that I had not...

I heard my sisters voice as if it were in my head rather than outside my bedroom door. For once it was shut where normally my voice would join hers. A dread had settled in my heart where the loving, passionate scarlet had turned into an angry crimson like my innocence was slowly bleeding out...

Later on, sitting quietly on a sofa that had become more uncomfortable than it had ever been, I cringed as her insults reached my ear. Normally, it was just to easy to let the words shoot right by me but that day the bullets seemed to graze my skin and finally leave a scar...

"Fat," "ugly," "die," are just single, harmless letters connected together by darkness grown of jealousy yet together that wet, unlit day they seemed to have more power than the dimming hope fire that once formed my soul. An opaque ice created a thick shell around my soul that masked the hopeful flames. Once annoyed thoughts of my nuisance of a sibling seemed to grow and freeze into an icy hate. 'I want her to feel the pain that I do,' 'I wish I didn't have a sister.' Dark, loveless toughts that before I had blockaded from my light-filled mind now turned the key to a pitch black, iron gate...

An unfamiliar, strange emotion tainted my heart and mind; it promised to stay forever. Tendrils of fear, pain and hate snaked thenselves around my skin, creating a new being as the ghost of who I was left the body she no longer recognised, tainted as it was...

Every part of my body became polluted by a newly born, menacing killer born of darkness; a threat to my light. The most beautiful part of me was pushed out by Hate for innocence cannot exist with unpure, unkind thoughts. My innocence was murdered by the scar of Hate's bullet and the cold, blunt face of reality outside my door. Time showed me what once I was blind to and my innocence became forever lost...

This is the story that changed my life: Once upon a time, there was a girl. She was happy; hopeful; kind; naive; innocent. But life scarred her and made her lose herself so she became just another tainted rose, bleeding and screaming for her lost hope.