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Rose wondered who his mother was. Rose didn't know what to do, but finally she said, "Arthur, your right. But isn't a monster just precieved by the eye? To me anything that would hurt you, as trusting, as kind, as you are, is a monster. And he has hurt you. Proably not in front of me most of it. But other times? I'm sorry, but I'm a monster, too. I've hurt you, I've hurt others, too. I truly despise myself. For hat I am. For what I've done. It'll be on my concious forever. Some vampires they can kill quick, or even make it feel nice, but when I kill, it hurts, it hurts a lot. I have the hundreds of peoples screams in my head. Thier all people I've killed. I strive for humanity, I want it so bad, but it's hard. It's so hard. It's not as bad as you. I know that, but Arthur the only thing that's made it to were I haven't gone in sane, or killed myself, is memories. Thier my memories when we didn't know, my mother and me, before the bloodlust came, before everything. Just being free," Rose was struggling to describe everything, her life. She was struggling. She wanted to tell him more, but she wanted to judje his reaction. She bit her lip, she hoped she hadn't scared him. And then she looked at her feet, and shuffled closer to him.
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LOOK! Rose wrote something today! What do you think?
