Strawberry colored roses surrounded Josceline as she sat on the little metal bench in the garden. There was something about the garden that always made her feel safe. She had stopped crying the instant she had stepped outside and saw the roses she so loved. Plucking the bright red peddles off the rose she had in her hand she watched as they slowly fell to the ground around her feet. She could think better out here. Finally understand all that was going on. Things were happening so fast with her father. It seemed like only yesterday he was ruling the kingdom and now he could not even get out of bed.<br/><br/>Eleven more petals dropped to her feet before she heard someone approaching.  Josceline started picking the paddles with more forces, ripping some of them in half, as she looked up at the new comer, annoyed that they had disturbed her peace. It was Allen.  She smirked.<br/><br/>â€œAs of now, you are troubling me, Allen,â€ Josceline said as she picked at her rose. She looked down at the poor little flower she had just destroyed.  It had lost its fullness; the silly rose was just a bud now. â€œWhy did he have to get sick?â€ She did not look up when she said this, just kept looking at the silly red bud in her hands. Squeezing her hands tightly around the stem she looked up at him, her lips drawn in a scowl. She parted her lips as if to say something when pain started to prickle in her hand, she looked down and saw blood dripping off the end of the rose stem. Josceline quickly threw the stem towards Allen and looked at her hands. Tiny pin-prick holes went down her palm were the thorns had cut. She had been so careless. â€œSee what you made me do, Allen?â€