Rose's Monologue

Paralyzed by fear, Rose stood in the corner of her closet. She thought she had seen her dad standing in the kitchen. She had seen him there before standing there, watching her. She had always run away. He had always been gone when she came back. Rose had always been a nervous person, jumping at the slightest noise and running from shadows of the past. Suddenly exhausted, she sunk to the floor. She had to calm down. It was just her imagination, right? "Rose," she said to herself, "you have to leave at some point."
Rose was alone, always alone. When she was twelve her dad had died in a plane crash. After that, her mom had spent more and more time at work. She came home later and later. Until one day when Rose was thirteen she never came home. Rose had been sad for a while but since that was four years ago she had since learned how to control herself. She hadn't gone outside at all over the past four years. She was seventeen, she needed to be responsible.

She stalked carefully down the hall. She took a deep breath and walked around the corner. He was still standing there "Why are you here dad?" she asked, her voice shaky.
"I'm here to apologize." He said calmly.
"For what?" She needed to know.
"For not being there for you. For leaving you," he replied his slightly less calm.
"it's not your fault dad," Rose said. Her voice was quiet, hardly above a whisper.
"I know but I've been watching you my little flower."
Those words "my little flower" she hadn't heard them in so long. It made her happy and sad at the same time.
"You haven't interacted with anyone since your mom disappeared. You get produce delivered and you don't go outside." He said
Rose nodded, she was on the verge of tears.
"This is my last visit Flower." He said. Resignation was heavy in his