A girl is born into this world.
Like a bright violet flower with long petals and a strong stem.
She is quiet, does not cause much trouble, and is confident in everything she does.

She thinks to herself, "I do not need anyone. I am fine by myself."
Until she meets a boy her age. Until her eyes settle on him. Until the beating in her chest gives way to pounding.

She thinks to herself, "I need this boy. I am not fine by myself."

Love gives way to obsession. Obsession gives way to stalking. And stalking gives way to blood being shed.

Until, it is just her and the boy. The shaking boy by her side. Blood staining his shirt and hers, yet, it is not their own.

The bright violet flower, is now a red rose, covered in thorns.