I wonder what would happen if I would wake up.

He wouldn't come back to life.

He'd never pat my head again.

We'd never talk again.

I'd consatantly be hearing his name. Wherever I go.

I'd gaze at the silver bracelet on my wrist. The one he gave me.

And I'd remember his promise.

I'd have to throw a fake smile every now and then and pretend that I'm okay. Only to go cry in my room.

Then I'll lose control over the roses and once again kill somebody I care about.

What's the point of such a life?

Perhaps it's best if I stay asleep.