Josceline messed with the hem of her yellow nightgown, rubbing it in-between her fingers slightly ripping out the stitches. Hurried footsteps were echoing down the hallway as she sat. She did not draw away from the noise, did not hide either, she just kept sitting messing with her dress while thinking about the funeral that was going to happen later today. She had no idea what she was going to do, if she could even cry anymore over the death of her father. She loved her father, yes she really did, but crying did not seem like it would help anything, nothing could bring him back.<br/><br/>â€œI am having trouble sleeping,â€ she said looking up from her dress. â€œI had a nightmare, someone was trying to kill meâ€¦â€ Her voice trailed off as she spoke. She thought back to the dream, the roses, she probably would never be able to go to the garden by herself again. She sighed, her favorite place in the world, her Eden, had just been taken away from her. "They attacked me while I was in the rose garden."