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"I choose this path! It's my way. I can rule my life!" She tored her long skirt till it shows the half of her hips. She snatches the lamp and slammed it to the window. She forcely unbuttoned her blouse and shows her long neckline. She turned around slowly from the mirror. She faced her back. Full red rose tattoo was behind her left shoulder.

She lifted her hair higher noticing that it the tattoo crawls more bigger. A red thorny roses. What could that meant?

She was all alone. No one. Not even her parents did care. The things she did will be cleaned by the next day. The clothes she torned will be neatly sew and left folded on the table. Who would do such things?

"Faline Joseh!"

She slowly walked downstairs.

He looked up and smiled, almost like laughing at her outfits. "You're leaving with these?"

"Do my outfits need your permission to be wear? I swear it will get worse." For him it was a fun joke yet. She wears a long sleeves dress with a green jeans with a neon colour of shoes.

"Here" He turned. A long necklace hanging on her hand. "I'll do it." He said while pulling her hair upwards. "It grew bigger than last time. You got a bad dream?"

"Nothing to hide."