Forbidden - A.K RoseTrouble. I hit it with my car Then I carried her home. Taking care of her wounds with my own dark depravity. Her scars tell a story, burns, cutssome oldbut there are some wounds that are fresh. So fresh they tell a dangerous, intriguing tale . One Im captivated to learn. When she opened her eyes she didnt recoil like the others. Instead, she told me her name. Helene There is something about her. About the way she meets my stare. Shes not afraid of me.