The sun rises as my alarm went off; I slam my hand on the clock and it went off as my 9-year-old son came speed walking in a room with a tray of scrambled eggs, toasty bacon, and burnt waffles overflowing with syrup on a plate and a vase on the edge of the tray with a single rose in it. He hands me the tray as my 14-year-old daughter on her phone creeps. I turn to Timmy and asked "Where did you get this rose from?", he speaks with a spark in his eyes "I got it from-", Raven interrupted him "-We got it from the park, there was a bunch of roses and we picked one" I looked at her with a glare and then relax a bit in annoyance "sigh, thank you for the mothers day breakfast, now go get ready for school. You will be late for the bus".

They walked away, and Timmy turns around to shut the door and walk back away. 'The rose smelt weird, and it has a weird color... almost like dried blood... whatever-' I sit the tray beside me and grab the rose and put it on the nightstand, I hear the bus pull up and drive away, 'I must have got lost in my thoughts about this rose, I better go clean up'. I get up and walk to the dresser and pull out a tank top, shorts. I then speed walked over the bathroom and locked the door, I put my clothes on the back of a toilet with a towel and sat on the bathtub as I fix a hot bath with a bath-bomb, bubbles, and Twenty-One pilot's playlist playing. A few hours later I walked out of my bathroom and I notice quick that the rose... Is gone... With a tense feeling in the air, I go to walk to the door to leave my room but veins cover the whole door, I step back in fear as bumped into something, I turn around very slow to see a rose that is taller than me and has sold back eyes with a strange liquid coming from them and a creepy smiling mouth of sharp, shark-like teeth. I freeze in fear as it stares at me, and I feel something crawl up my leg, up to my neck and then it got harder to breathe and something cold keeps ongoing down my neck, face, and back. . . I do not understand if it's my blood from the thrones or the goop coming from the creature's eyes. . . Everything is turning black. . .