Red Rose

Closing the door behind me, I surveyed the room. Sketchbook pages were littered everywhere, torn down the middle or shredded up. The desk was turned over, and ink splattered the floor delicately. Jason was slumped against the wall, his eyes closed and his head resting against it. He was trembling, his fists clenched tightly. I stepped forward tentatively, my shoe rustling a crumpled paper. Jason's eyes snapped open.
They were still grey, but had a dark quality to them. Dangerous, even. It looked as if someone took Jason's mood and displayed it in his eyes. They glinted against the moon shining through the windowpane, and he got to his feet.
"W-what are you doing here?" he asked, in a monotone.
"I want to help you"-
"Nobody can help me. I'm beyond any kind of help!" Jason snapped, feeling leaking into his voice.
"You're not a lost cause."
"I'm a monster. I wanted to help them, but... I couldn't!" he croaked, tears streaming down his face.
"Jason... what happened to you that day?"
"What are you talking about?!"
I paused. I never told Jason I stole his file and looked through it. Now was not the best time for him to find out either.
"She told you, didn't she?"
"Who?"
"Alice. She was the only one who knew before she died."
I felt a twinge of jealousy in my stomach. Why was she so important that she could know about it? She didn't have to commit a felony just to get some goddamn information-
Jason sighed, removing me from my thoughts.
"No matter how you found out, I'll just tell you myself."

~
"I was home one Sunday, and I was reading in my room. That day, my father came storming into the house, and straight to the basement. I just thought he was in a bad mood, but I was wrong; it was worse. After a few minutes, he returned to my mother, and started screaming. My parents had argued before, but this was the biggest one they had yet.
He said something about her cheating on him. My mother wouldn't do anything like that, but my dad was convinced that every guy she talked to she slept with. He got incredibly jealous over insignificant things.
I snuck up to my door, and opened it a crack to see what was going on. My dad... he, he knocked out my mom and dragged her into the basement. After that, he came back for L-Lucy, and he grabbed me with his other hand. He brought us downstairs. He said Lucy a whore because Susan was her mother. And he got out the rope, and he tied me to a chair. Dad t-told me he was doing the both of us a favor... a-and he got out the knife. He stabbed mom eighteen times for the years they've been together. And he stabbed Lucy thirteen times... for her age. I should've done something, but I was too scared. It's my fault. I"-

I grasped Jason's hand, and squeezed his eyes shut, shaking in fear. He went through so much. I really didn't want him to suffer for what his father did.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and multiple guards rushed in, pinning Jason and I to the ground. I felt the restraints being clapped around my wrists, and I cringed. We were in trouble. Well, for Jason, not so much. He relapsed and couldn't control himself. I, on the other hand, stabbed a guard with a knockout syringe.

So I was in trouble.