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The Pure Rose, Tainted By Blood

Alisa. That was the name my parents gave me, its supposed to mean something along the line of 'of great happiness.' I think they named the wrong the person. I loved my family to the point where i could sacrifice myself for them. That's exactly what i done, time and time again. The adopted daughter, kind, innocent, happy. At least that's what everyone saw. The real adopted daughter, cruel, vicious, scheming. I've saved my family before, got blamed for causing trouble. Saved them a second time, got framed for causing it. The Nth time, they gave me the coldest looks that i could never erase from my mind. When i was 23, me and my adopted sister were both kidnapped. The kidnappers agreed to let us go as long as the my father, mother and older brother each paid 10 million. They did so without blinking and i started to feel hope again, maybe this time, they could love me back, i could go back to the times i would joke around with them, laugh with them. Do you know what one of my friends once told me? "Alisa, don't ever hope. It's a dangerous thing. It can help you achieve great things. But it can also destroy a person. And most of the times it's the latter." I finally understand what he meant. The kidnappers changed their minds at the last minute. They handed each of my family members a dagger. They said they can only choose one daughter and they have to kill the other. I looked at my family with hope shining in my eyes. But they only reflected my family members cold gazes as they stepped towards me. First my brother stabbed my shoulder. My father stabbed my stomach, and lastly my mother. The one who gave birth to me, showed me the most care, the most love, stabbed my heart. As i lay on the ground, i could feel myself breaking from the inside. A single white rose lay next to me. I heard it means strong hope- for me, hope no longer exists. Innocence- my teenage years that were supposed to be innocent and happy were sad and depressing. Love- an emotion i no longer feel. And slowly, that pure white rose was tainted in my blood.

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Tainted Purity

"Mom, dad, *hic* i'm scared. Please, save me quickly. *hic*" Lily sobbed.

Alisa knew that they favored the adopted daughter, but they came here with the money to save both of them right? That means they still care!

Alisa's cold heart started warming. Hope. That's what that feeling was. She hoped that maybe, just maybe, they could go back to the things were. The scenes of a happy family full of laughs was always stuck in her head.

"We've brought the money. Let her go." Oliver- Alisa's older brother by five years- ordered.

"Please, let her go!" Her mother sobbed into her fathers chest as he held to stop her from falling.

Alisa's heart that was covered by a protective wall started crumbling.

"Wait! I've changed my mind." The man threw three daggers towards her brother, father and mother.

"Only one daughter is leaving today! Each of you have to stab the daughter you want to leave behind." The mans laugh echoed in the empty warehouse.

They didn't hesitate. They immediately picked the daggers up.

Alisa's hopeful eyes met theirs, but it only reflected their cold gazes.

As is a basin of cold water washed over her, she froze.

Alisa suddenly remembered what her friend once said.

"Alisa, don't ever hope. It's a dangerous thing. It can help you achieve great things. But it can also destroy a person. And most of the times it's the latter."

She finally understood what he meant. Not that she didn't before, but then she was looking at that saying as an outsider, but it's different now.

"You should be happy you can die for a good reason Alisa." Her brother commented as he stabbed down on her shoulder. He immediately let go and ran to Lily, trapping her in a hug.

He covered her eyes, "don't look. It's dirty."

Alisa could feel something inside her shattering.

"Ugh." Her father didn't even say anything when he stabbed down on her stomach. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her blood from his hand as if it was the plague.

Again. That same feeling of something being broken.

Alisa looked into her mothers eyes. Her mother, the one who carried her for months, gave birth to her, even her first word was 'mom', the one Alisa could've done literally anything for.

Her mothers gaze was cold- to the point of freezing. Her beloved mother stabbed her heart.

Alisa's pendant happened to slip from her shirt at that time. A gift to her from everyone from her tenth birthday. Herself, brother, mother and father all shared identical pendants.

Her mother glanced at the pendant and sneered. "You still have that piece of trash?"

Alisa couldn't feel anything now. Not anger. Not sadness. Definitely not joy.

Her father gently wiped her mothers hand, ignoring Alisa as if she was already dead.

"You have so much blood on you. Here, let me wipe it off, it's dirty."

Those were the last words she heard as she collapsed on the snow that blew in through the open doors.

Alisa looked beside her. A single white rose. With her last remaining energy she clutched the rose against her chest.

She heard a white rose means purity. Love. Hope.

But she can't feel those things anymore. She can't feel anything.

And slowly, that pure white rose was tainted with blood.

To be continued

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