You'll Always Be Our Rose

Rose

I kept my eyes closed as I lay listening to Zac on the phone to Dylan. As if keeping my eyes closed would make all the bad thoughts disappear. I knew I wouldn’t be that lucky. For some strange reason, the thought of going to look at dead women’s bodies filled me with dread and fear. Mostly, because I was afraid, I would see them, and my memory would come back. For so long, I wanted to remember who I was, I needed my memories back, but now, I didn’t think I could face the truth. What if I was the one who killed them? What if I had played a part in their death? Somewhere, somehow, I had began to feel comfortable as ‘Rose’, maybe it was because of Dylan and Zac… or maybe I just really liked her. I really liked being just Rose, what if the old version of me was nothing ……