The dead flower

The garden

Just standing on a balcony in summer air was refreshing. I could feel the warm breeze finding its way into my hair and body. The reason why I kept almost all my time on this balcony probably reading or just standing to see the view in the garden, was because everybody had they're own business to take care of except for me. Probably my father was discussing in his room with one of his clients, mother was shopping with her friends and brother Tom was with my father in the room to learn how the business works, because he is probably the one who is going to take over my fathers business company, when my father is still not alive.

Over the past centuries our last name Vandrew was still known as a business family, that always have a lot of money and has special occasion with the king, like dinner and other several things. We are also known as one of the most richest family and have our own companies in in Paris, England and Spain. All this things sure can make us sound like a very rich and happy family. For me I don't even care about all this money, cause this money are not mine, all this eighteen years I've lived on earth, I haven't felt like I have a task or importance in this world.

I got interrupted in my thoughts by two voices, I looked down from my balcony to see what was going on, I saw my brother and father out of the house arguing about something, after a while someone came after my father, a stranger with his eyes down, it had to be the new gardener that I've heard a lot about this past week I thought. Tom was furious and pointed at all times towards the stranger with the eyes down still.

They are sure still arguing about the new gardener, I thought my self. It's so obvious that my brother is still jealous of our new gardener after my mother's joke at the dinner table about the new gardener was more handsome than Tom. It's strange that i haven't meet the gardener yet, maybe i will do it tomorrow, who knows when.

 "What's going on?" I asked yelling up from my balcony. Tom who was yelling and arguing something with my father. "It's none of your business Beatrice!", he said without looking were I was. Tom can be a jerk some times or all the time, he can't stand poor people, he call them horrible names. Sometimes I keep asking my parents if he is my real brother. I remember when we were little how Tom used to bully kids who were poor in orphanage or out of the street for no reason. 

"Its sure is, as long as I live under this roof I have the same right to know as you, so tell me!", I said. They all looked up to me upset and I knew that I shouldn't getting myself involved into that. So I kept my mouth shut. "Nothing!" Tom said upset and walked away from the sight of my father and the stranger.

I was just standing on my balcony to see what was going to happen next, but my father left without saying anything to me or to the stranger and I was thinking how stupid I must have looked like when I was saying those words. Suddenly the stranger looked up where I was on my balcony and when our eyes met, the world around me froze. I had the strangest feeling that I knew the stranger, he kept his gaze steady. The world fell away, drained of all color but him, standing in the sunlight. There was something cold about his look and himself that i couldn't lay a finger on. The next thing I remember, I was standing in my room with my back on the wall and the beat of my heart pounding in my throat, I wiped the sweat from my brow with a trembling hand. "What was that all about? Get a hold of your self !" I thought to myself and slapping my cheeks. I went down the stairs to see what everybody was up to.

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The next day Marielle, our maiden woke me up by letting the sun in my room.

"Wake up sunshine, did you sleep well?" she said. I couldn't open my I eyes, I was so sweaty that I almost looked like I took a shower. Suddenly when I think about it, I had a dream about him and myself, I wanted to wake up, it felt real and for a second I thought it was really happening. I had a dream that I was in a boat with him and was running way from something. I was screaming and crying as the thing got closer behind us. The dream was terrifying.