Roses Are Not Red

r office with a mahogany desk and a leather chair. There was a small shelf

sister Lily wasn't in her office and the door was left unlock. Maybe she had forgotten to lock up when she went to bed. That was the conclusi

s fear creeped up her spine. But with the anxiety, came a little bit of excitement. She had to urge to look around and explor

and plopped down on it. It was soft and comfortable. Natalie could feel her bottoms sinking into it. She twirled the chair around

breathing got heavier as she took the file in her hand. The word "Apollo III" was written i

ump faster as her eyes fell on the pic

linked at the pic

indee

the orphanage but left when she had turned eighteen. What was her picture doing here? She looked below the picture a

tor Chang...." Natalie said

a bit different from the first. The words deceased was stamped on her picture in red. Natalie's hands began to tremble as th

44pm. Cause of deat

nstable as she tried to piece

also grew up in the orphanage and she was friends with Natalie. Renee had g

hey had come of age. Each picture had different numbers beside the names. 54, 78, 32, the numbers went on. Natalie kept flip

strangulation, death by

so many questions floating through her mind. Why did sister Lily own th

estion it, nor did she find it weird. Every girl that left the orphanage never contacted them in any way. It felt like once

She didn't want to doubt the orphanage, furthermore doubt sister Lily after how

e." Was written at the top. Natalie skimmed through it, not comprehending every w

ith merchandise to work as service

she went pale. She looked down and saw sister Li

atalie muttered as

she noticed a small flash drive inside the shelf. Acting on impulse, Natalie gra

de of the office. She followed the voices and tiptoed behind the bookshelf.

front of the door. The door was slightly ajar, giving her enough room

bed and a beside table. She could still hear the voices but they were farther awa

s sister Lily walked into