▪︎A Withered Rose▪︎
Erik quickly takes me upstairs when his mom gets all crazy and violent on me.
He locks me up in a spacious bedroom and leaves me sitting on the massive bed, stocked with pillows. I can hear his footsteps and the noises downstairs. He's probably trying to calm his mom down.
I still can't believe that's his mother. And I still can't believe he lives in such a massive mansion.
My eyes fly around the room.
It's a simple boy's room. A room that has a touch of music in every corner. From the guitar sitting on the couch, to the music magazines on the coffee table to 'The Beatles' painting hanging on the wall. For a man, the room is way too neat and clean.
After padding around the room, I stop and stand beside the huge glass
