[center] Rose Petals

The faint sound of rain tapping against the window hadn’t lulled Rose to sleep. So many thoughts running through her head made in impossible to sleep. Tomorrow she would choose who she would stay with for the next two years of her life; her parents were splitting up after sixteen years of a loveless marriage. Rose blamed herself silently for this, she was the reason for them getting married being just sixteen herself. She was a love child, not wanted but then loved as she entered the world.

She remembered seeing pictures of her parents wedding, it was simply beautiful. The colors of a deep, intimate pink and an off white decorated the church. Her mothers dress was an off white and strapless, her father’s tux was black with that same pink for his tie. The last little detail was pink rose petals sprinkled down the aisle carefully. Her parents had told her that’s how she got her name. As Rose remember the pictures of the actually ceremony, her mom and dad standing at the alter, she saw that look of regret and then the small bump that was her mothers stomach, her.

Thinking about her parents unraveling marriage brought tears to Rose’s eyes, but deep down she knew it wasn’t really her fault. She whipped the tears quickly away and turned to her other side. She finally felt like she could go to sleep with out a prolong stress keeping her awake. Her eyes drooped until she finally slept peacefully.

“Rose! Rose get up!” Her mother yelled, ripping the covers off of her body.

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Should I continue writing this peice, or should I start over?