Black Spiked Rose.

Victoria, poor lifeless girl. An empty, unwanted soul.1

As she sits in class, picturing her life and what's left of it. The teacher walks behind her, and notices the scars and, the cuts on the vein of her arm. 2

"Victoria, what are those?" She asks, as Victoria shuts her books quickly.3

"Oh, what are what Mrs.?" Victoria asks while holding her arm.4

"Those." The teacher says, as she touches her arm where her shirt lay over the cuts which are now burning her arm. "Please, Victoria go see the councellor."5

As Victoria makes her way to the Councellor's room, she can see at the corner of her eye, her teacher's eyes. Filling up with tears. She's scared.6

As she walks quietly into the Councellor's office, the councellor looks at her. She knows what she's in there for.7

"Hmm, I have plans for you today my dear" The councellor says, as she pulls out a piece of blank paper and a a few drawing pencils."I want you to draw me a picture, of how you feel. But, I want you to express it using a flower, whether it be a rose, a daffidill, or a Lily."8

As the councellor leaves the room, Victoria starts drawing out her picture.9

Black, white and spiked. It was a beautiful rose, in a morbid way. But to Victoria, it was her life, her form of nature. The beauty inside of her soul.10

The Councellor walks back in the room, and asks Victoria to show her the picture.  Victoria's eyes fill with tears as she hands the councellor the paper.11

Before the councellor has a chance to say anything, Victoria grabs the picture out of her hand, bolts out of the office, runs to her locker grabs her bags and heads out the back of the school.12

As soon as Vickie gets home, she runs into her bedroom throwing her bags on the floor beside her bed, and jumps on the bed, crying. Her tears become the only thing living on her. The soul she once had is flying hopelessly, in the middle of no where.13

Grabbing the gun, which ended her fathers life 10 years ago. Writing her last good-byes on the back of the paper with the rose on it, that once represented her life:14

Dear Everyone,15

I'm sorry for how I've lived. I'm sorry I put all of your lives through hell. I'm just ending it all now, and no one will ever have to live with my whining again. I'm sorry for how I've treated all of my friends. Mom, I do love you. Tell sister I'm sorry and we can't go to the party like she asked. Tell brother, I'll miss him, and I'm sorry I never got to take him to the Bar. I'm sorry I never got to say good-bye. Tell Grandma, I'm sorry she never got to see my wedding. Tell the Boy, I love so dear that I'm sorry I never got to share our first kiss. Tell my bestfriend, I'm sorry she never got to be the Maid of Honour at my wedding.I'm sorry for Everything, Please when I'm gone keep this rose, and whenever you look at it, remember how my life was, and just think that this was for the best. My wound was unfixable, and for that, I thank you all for never leaving my side. But unfortunately, it's time for me to leave. Good-Bye.16

                                    ~Love Always, Victoria.17

Putting the note, aside on her bed. The Note part facing up. She lay gently a single red rose on her bed.18

As her last words. "I Love you" come from her heart, she pulls the trigger. Ending the rest of the life she thought she had.19