When I was younger I was abandoned a lot. My mother left to go strike out on her own and I was left with my grandparents, neither of whom were equipped to take care of a child. I held on a bit to tight to my friends and eventually, as children do, they did something a bit to cruel and threw me away. A took over four times my normal dose of sleeping pills. I woke up after three days. Apparently the dosage could have killed me. For a long time I thought it was just a haze I was living in, that I actually hadn't woken up. That one day I'd wake up and find I'd really been in a coma. I was reminded of it one day when I saw that picture that says 'you're in a coma and this is the only way we could reach you'. Thus, this was born. Sleeping beauty, a little girl who loved roses, and never wanted to wake up because no one seemed to want her to.