Hello, I'm Rose, Rose Dousy. I'm not an ordinary girl. I have a strange characteristic about me that some people say is bad. They say I can't The shoot my brain and live. They say I can't read their minds, but how else would I know what they say.
My ways are not the usual ones but I don't want to be usual. I like to be different but some people thought my different meant I had to sit in a room with no windows and one door.
This door I refer to as my enemy, because whatever comes through it becomes my opponent. Most of the time I kill my opponents. And maybe that's why I wear this jacket. The jacket I can't move my arms in. The jacket that keeps me chained to the concrete wall. But whenever I wear the jacket I find my way out.
No one knows why, but I do. They think that however complicated way they can tie it I can't undo. But as I said, I have. Over and over and over.
The jacket isn't my enemy. It's just trying to do its job. The door is my enemy that is why I ignore him and turn my back to him whenever I can. But when he opens something inside me can't take the noise. I scream until he is closed again. It seems to work just fine.
