The Bleeding Rose(Editing)

Pain

I whimpered as I continued to fall even deeper and all I could see were red roses. I felt numb and not in control of my body. I finally hit the ground and I didn't even feel any pain with the numbness I felt.

I got up in struggle and I saw the object in front of me but couldn't make out what it was. My vision started to clear and I saw the rose, a white one.

I observed it carefully as I personified it with a human. Just like a rose each person holds beauty yet they obtain thorns which they keep under carpet. The rose seemed as if to respond to me, but then all I saw was blood coming out of it.

I let out a scream that left my lungs in pain as I shot up of the couch dripping in sweat. It was a dream, it was just a dream.

Just as I tried to compose myself I was met by a disapproving look from my mother. She yanked the blanket off my body and abandoned it on the floor.

"Have you seen the time? A tidy girl never wakes up after 6am. Who do you expect to make breakfast and do the chores?" she placed her hands on her hips.

She gave me one last nasty look before leaving the living room. That's right I sleep in the living room, I felt numb just like in my dream. The dream that I have had for the third time now and yet I don't know what it means.

I forced myself up from the 50 year old couch that had me in back pain everyday. I picked up the blanket and folded it and set it behind the couch. I grabbed the broom and started sweeping the living room. I opened the curtains and the sun came right in.

"You know you could come sleep with me in my room" the calm voice said behind me. I turned to stare at my sister. This is probably the 1000th time she has offered.

"Last time I slept in your room I woke up on the floor. And on top of that you snore like a bear so I'll pass oh and good morning to you too" I continued to sweep.

My sister Sihle is the only person who knows about my nightmares. They come and go and she even sleeps with me in the living room sometimes even though I don't think sleeping on the floor is her idea of a beauty sleep.

This is a two bedroom house, one room belongs to our parents and one belongs to Sihle. And mine is the living room and the only other room is the kitchen.

The room suddenly became darker and the sunlight seemed to be a bit dim. Both my parents walked in not even greeting us not that they have ever. My father turned on the television and made himself comfortable on the couch next to my mother who always praised her husband.

I don't really have a relationship with my father,he will never speak to me if I don't first. But it was better than the relationship he had with Sihle. She always got uneasy and panicked when he was near.

"So who's making breakfast if you two are standing there?" my mother said still staring at the TV screen watching their favourite sopie omnibus.

Sihle and I quickly left the living room, she went ahead to make breakfast meanwhile I did my hygiene process in her room. My hands fell on the holder of the titled wardrobe and found an outfit.

The black dress just hugged my body, everytime I wore this out the guys around my area would come in numbers. I had officially gotten the nickname "South African version of Kim Kardashian".

They all said my body looked similar to hers and they also call me "white" considering my pale skin tone and my waist long black-brown curly hair. It had people saying I looked like Zendaya. Some people even doubt that I'm black, but both my parents are black but I can also see what they are saying. I don't want to ask my mother because I know I will get a slap.