ROSE P.O.V.
The lecture ended after two long hours, by the time I was already exhausted and was now sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, sipping my coffee while my friends were busy chit-chatting amongst themselves.
"I'm excited to explore some nearby places, would anyone be interested in joining me?" I asked my friends.
They all smiled genuinely at me and replied together with a chorus of 'of courses'.
"Yay! Let's start with the club here!" Renee squealed happily.
"Okay, I'm in!" I told her joyfully.
My first day at the university was almost over, and I planned on going to the club with my friends. I'm glad that they were ready to help me here.
Grace eyed my clothes skeptically and asked:
"Are you planning on wearing these to go to the club?" I slowly nodded, not knowing what was wrong.
"No! You're absolutely not," she said dramatically.
"I don't have anything else to wear besides Kurtis," I replied, feeling guilty that I wouldn't be going to the club.
"Don't be sad, you can come to my place, and try something comfortable," Renee spurred.
"I...I cannot wear your clothes," I tell her with a small smile.
"Of course, you can!" She said and grabbed my hand, taking me away from Grace and Violet, who were enjoying the sight of me struggling against her grip.
Renee took me to her apartment, it was truly a beautiful sight. She had decorated everything in attractive colours. While taking in the luxurious view of the apartment my eyes landed on her bed, on the queen size bed, there was a king sitting on it, which I just couldn't help but comment on,
"Renee, you like pooh so much that you've kept him on your bed?"
"Yeah, it holds a lot of memories," she responded, remembering something, her voice revealed the sad story behind it.
She didn't let me continue the topic, but instead grabbed my hand firmly and took me to her closet. My jaw instantly dropped upon seeing how big it was, with different types of dresses hanging neatly on each side.
"OMG! You have such a beautiful collection of dresses, one could wear them for a year, without repeating even once," I exclaimed in amazement.
"You can wear anything that pleases you. Choose something spicy," she winked at me and left to take a shower while I was busy 'choosing' my dress.
We are standing in front of a gigantic club, with loads of people inside it, I guess most of them were teenagers. Renee and I were now waiting for Grace and Violet to arrive.
Grace was the first to get out of a car, accompanied by Violet. Grace was wearing a royal blue dress, with her straight black hair flowing graciously, making her look adorable.
On the other hand, Violet was wearing a pair of grey tight jeans, and a yellow top, as always her hair was locked in a ponytail, but that didn't take her beauty away, she was a confident, silent being.
"You look stunning!!" Grace beamed at me.
"Not as good as you though!" I commented.
"Oh please, we all know you look better, you should wear these regularly, your makeover is so worth it," she complimented, making me blush.
Grace was right, I've never worn such a dress before. It was a red, thigh-length dress with layers at the bottom and a rose on my right shoulder, the dress fitted my hourglass figure flawlessly, and Renee had tied my hair into a messy bun making my curls look as though it was meant to be that way.
"All thanks to my amazing makeup artist, RENEE!" I teased.
Violet and Renee made their way onto the dance floor, while I decided to sit in a corner with Grace. We were deep in our girly conversation when I heard the beckoning voice again.
"Beloved…"
Spinning around abruptly, I tried to find who it was, but the drunk teenagers enjoying themselves were the only thing that could be seen.
"Did you hear that?" I questioned Grace.
"Hear what?" she asked, confused.
"That voice...." I replied.
"What voice?" She questioned suspiciously.
"Oh no! Am I going crazy? I need to go to the washroom. Where is it?" I asked her.
"It's there! To the right," she pointed towards the direction, bamboozled by my strange behavior.
On my way there, the voice came again,
"Beloved....."
The unknown voice held pain, pain which I could feel...
Drifting towards the voice, I exited the club, following the voice, determined beyond my own understanding. My legs were not in my control, everything in me craved to meet the owner of the voice, I didn't know where I was wandering around, but by now the voice faded away.
"Are you alright, little flower?" A husky, yet velvet voice called out to me.
I was about to turn around but stumbled upon something. Before I could fall face-first onto the ground, a muscular arm, covered with intricate designs of tattoos of roses on it, held me as my world went black.