Paint the White Roses Red. Chapter 1: The Dissappearance.

Despair. We didn’t know it until the great Dissappearance. Pain. We feel it like we never have before. Justify. No longer a word in the vocabulary of this world. Entitled white men. Controlling and cruel government. Silence. The kind that used to hold us when we only serves to suffocate. Hope. We speak of it like it’s a fable—something that once was, but can never be again. The world. Torn apart by choices not made by us, but forced onto us. Death. It surrounds us like a storm, endless and unforgiving.