Mansion

Red, purple, blue - every colored rose except black, but the saddest part was black would have been the most fitting. Sniffles and tears of pale bodies covered in black overwhelmed me with sadness. Bony branches of dead winter trees served as umbrellas to our snow covered heads. The winters wind blew, chilling my bones. You could see other head stones in the distance, representing other people's sniffles and tears. The roses were lying on top of two coffins; one belonged to my beautiful mother, who never laid a finger on anyone. Her deep blue eyes were enthrallingly beautiful, and were highlighted by her blond hair she always wore big and curled. She went above and beyond to protect me; the only side of her that wasn't nice came out when someone hurt me. In my eyes, she was an angel, but that kindness went beyond my father and me. She dedicated her life to helping others by becoming a paramedic. Numerous awards hung on the wall declaring to the world how many pe

I woke up to a knock on my door. It wasn't a furious "Get-up-now!" knock, but more of a gentle "It's- time-to-get-up," knock. I really didn't want to get up. My pillow was so soft and my blanket was so comforting, I was good right where I was. I considered yelling back, "Not interested. I'll stay here," but decided not to. It took a second for me to realize I wasn't in my own bed, at my own house, but my pillow being black reminded me. I wished it had all been a dream, but sadly, it was cruel, twisted reality.The door slid open and Lance walked in. The open door shot brightness, however little, into my room and I proceeded to hide my head under my pillow. I was starting to like the black pillow; it made everything dark underneath it. I liked the non-blinding darkness. Realizing Lance had to be at my door and I probably looked really stupid, I looked towards the door, peering through one squinting eye.He looked the same, but I couldn't help but smell an astounding