I'm Carter Cross, a white rose. I'm extremely smart and I'm fairly 'nice to look at' or 'cute looking' according to others. The only thing unusual about me is that I'm really weak compared to an average white rose's physic. I'm atypical. I sometimes wish my parents didn't see my weakness as a reason for them to baby me. Yes, I'm shy and insecure but I can handle myself... maybe.
Since I'm a white rose, I get a few benefits. Better education (not that I need it), better health coverage, and a nicer house. I've never really been to the red rose part of town, due to my parents over protectiveness. I really want to adventure out and see new things. The world outside my house makes me curious.
All my life, I've been in my house, and on my property. Never really having a chance to do anything a red rose would do. It's the life of freedom that I wish I had. I live about a half an hour car drive from the city, our as my parents would call it, red territory. My house is very big, like really big. I've got a pool, a big basement with a whole entertainment area, a clean kitchen (that looks like it's unused) with big windows, a large bedroom with a full-sized bathroom and a walk-in closet, and a home movie theatre. I've got anything anyone could ask for, except freedom. The only friends I have are parent-approved and super annoying. They all do the same thing and say the same words. They were all born as the perect child my parents wanted me to be. I don't like them, but if I don't want to hang out with them, I'm alone in my large, empty house. My parents are never home, I have no siblings, and the maids and butlers avoid you due to them being red roses and me being a white one.
I finish a movie, 'To All The Boys I've Loved Before'. It's so good, that was my seventh time watching it. I love romance movies, I can't help it. The thrill of it all. I wish I could be loved but that won't happen if I stay in this house forever. I'm 20 and I'm still living with my parents. But it's not like my parents even want me to love... I'm gay. They hate it and that's why I can never be the kid they wanted. I live my love life vicariously through the movie characters, but at the end of the movie, my daydream is over. After the movie I go back to my bedroom and sit on my couch that's in one corner of my room. It's big and soft but it doesn't feel like home, or at least not my home. I'm lonely here.
I think a lot. About how my parents don't really like me, how I don't even really have friends and how even the people in my house ignore me (even if that's what they are supposed to do). I feel this urge to want and then I feel myself suddenly stand up and leave my room. I walk down the large grand stairs to the garage. I grab my car keys off of the hook and unlock my car. I open the door, get in and leave. For the first time ever, I'm leaving this house. I'm going on a journey, and I have no idea what I'm even really thinking...
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