Awakened Vengeance

Vittoria

The scent of the rose still clung to my fingers, even after I had crushed it. Even after thorns had stung my skin and I had watched little drops of blood bloom along my fingertips. The hurt had been insignificant—nothing to the fire burning inside me.

I wanted out of this hospital.

The walls were a cage, suffocating and sanitary. Every second that passed within this bed, every minute wast