white rose

She walked into the room and felt alone. The bitter cold nipped her nose and she turned to walk away. If you were there you would know. what would you know? the hurt. a four letter word that means so much to a person. within seconds she pondered. should i stay? is this worth it? then she thought of her army of glory. the army of strength she created within the world some would call her mind. her mind had many different lands full of both beauty and hurt. hurt. that word again. most of her thoughts led her to that place. the dark town. that’s what she called it in her land of mystery. she had no room for hurt so she bundled it into a town in the land of her mind.
“no i wont let it beat me” she whispered into the quiet. she proceeded ahead and made her way into the room. the room has the scent of hurt, to much for most to handle. she looked around at the bare walls which were once bursting with pictures of happy events. events that provided a scale of growth. events that she treasured. now all gone and never forgotten. the carpet had stains. spilled milk, puppy traces. the windows lit up the room. the light spread like an aroma making the room seem hurtless. this did not trick her, she knew the truth.
a single couch was left in the middle of the room. she proceeded towards it and slowly layid her body on it. a well needed rest rejuvenated her broken down body. returning to her childhood home was like walking in a dark alley for her. she couldn’t see the danger but she knew it was there. her danger was much different though. her danger came from inside a broken soul. she sighed deeply and slowly took her stance.
a memory came to her and there she was again experiencing images of the past. the room now had pictures on the wall. mom, dad and herself dressed in the nicest clothes they had. pat the family dog layed on the foot of the couch. dad sitting on the reclining part of the couch, beer in hand. mom in the kitchen fixing up dinner. “get me another, will you honey” dad yelled to mom in a violent manner. then came faithful mom, slowly walking towards him. the scene was one that she often experienced. this was her family and each one of them played a role.
but where was she in this scene of dissaster? she watched herself walk through the door. She had an unpleasant smile which was not unusual in this time of her life. “where the fuck have you been” said a now drunk dad. “in the park writing poetry” she replied.dad then said “youre a stupid piece of shit and youll never go anywhere in  life”. “no im not” she whispered. Dad then continued watching family fued which seemed to be more important then the young girl. She then ran upstairs and wrote about her life and the beauty in it that was sometimes hard to find.
She then came back to reality and looked at the white rose that was resting in her hand. She kissed the rose and placed it on the old couch. she then walked out of the crumbling abandoned house. As she looked at it from the outside she whispered”good bye dad, I am something today and i feel sorry that you were a nothing.” she then continued to walk away with a smug little grin on her face.