Every Rose Has It's Thorn

On a stormy night, Steven shivered in his cold room. Closing his blue colored eyes,his lips were pink. As tears trickled down his cheeks, it was as if the devil himself heard his wailing.Turning around,he faced the ceiling. Opening his eyes, thunder shot down from the sky like a star falling down from heaven. As the thunder hit the ground, flashes of light lit the windows and cracks of the room. Scared, Steven didn't know what to do.As another flash lit the room, Steven thought he saw a tall man with horns on his head. Screaming with fright, he ran toward the lights. As he turned on the lights, he saw nothing there, but his old jacket his grandma made for him on Christmas. With beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Looking around, Steven turned off the lights and walked back to his bed. Laying down, he looked up at the ceiling.Then, closing his blue eyes something crawled in the shadows and stared at him with a smirk.