Chapter 35: Ash

When we reached the room in which that bastard was taking us, I was shocked. It was something I would have never expected to see. For a second, I thought I was seeing something else. It was Rose. She was there on bed, badly burnt and barely recognisable. It was Rose. My best friend. I rushed to her side and grabbed her once smooth hand. She opened her eyes slightly. Honestly, she looked ugly, but that shouldn't be what I should think, so instead, I focused on the fact that she was alive. She began to speak, and her voice was hoarse. She continued anyway :