Story fifteen: The Darkness of Flowers


 


Plants. Trees. Flowers. No one truly appreciated them… why not? They were beautiful, calm, and green. But people scoffed, “Ha-ha flowers!”


I looked at the violets at my feet, all shriveled up and dead, taking all happiness with them. The silent woods swayed around me, lush and inviting. I almost didn’t notice the pull of the void, beckoning me to the black of nothing, tinted with green and shadowed by flowers... The flowers that liked me. The only ones in this big world who did… so why do you kill them? You’re tearing a part of me out.


The moon glimmered around me, the stars pinpoints of white. The flowers… the ones that blossomed in the moon, the ones that were the sliver of a lifetime. All of life.


Blood glistened around him. The first in the coming savior of the haters here, the ones who Loved would be left… are there any?


I flicked my wrist, a flower began to grow, faster and faster. His unmoving grey eyes were covered in the ivy and flowers that had bloomed around his unmoving spread-eagle figure. The original source of his death was settled in his chest. A tree that sprouted from it, tearing his blackened heart in half. Cleansing it with the oak’s roots. The beauty of the tree almost made me admire what he had become… but not quite, the hate would never leave fully.


He was gone, one of the haters, the ones who didn’t believe in the violets. It was all thanks to the wonderful flowers, helping me to rid the world of…them.


I tipped my head to the sky, singing to the moon and whist all around it;


 


































































































 


 


I smiled at his death… a part of the never ending cycle of life. The way the flowers had swallowed him up, eating away at is life force… it was something of extreme beauty, the loveliness of death.


The Death that swallowed up the hate, destroyed the loneliness, eliminated the pain. It was all for the grand purpose of healing this retched world, starting over.


I walked away. Death, the darkest rose I had ever seen, bloomed in my hair, twisted through my mind and soul, growing, feeding off of my life. But it would be worth it in the end, for everyone would know of us, of how we brought justice to the flowers and saved mankind from its own wickedness.


Flowers, do you hear my plea, my longing for death? The elegance of life, destroyed by the exquisite‏ blossom from the dust of depression, its seeds scattering to poison the beings around it. Anything would be better than that, anything.


A blue flower gleamed in front of me, stopping my flight across the forest. I had never seen this bloom before… the aqua flower’s aura seeped into me, destroying all hope within me, showing me what it wanted…death. The death of anyone, that’s all it wanted. That’s what I wanted too… but this was different. Who was this flower?


The black rose within me pulled towards it, and I stumbled forward. Suddenly, white filled my vision, and memories of my life flashed before my eyes, memories of hope, memories of geed, memories of hate, and memories of grief. All flashed before me as I sunk into the aqua flower, all was lost… and I was glad. For how can we save a world that is already lost.