Left To Survive

XVI

꧁ Alisha ꧂

I couldn't believe my eyes. "Yara?" I stuttered. My best friend looked back at me and winked, a smirk appeared on her face. Then she looked at Jenna, and before I could blink Yara punched her straight up in the nose, which made Jenna fall on the ground. She covered her nose and started crying when she saw it bled. Deserved.

Max walked up to Yara with confident steps, but she hit him with her elbow in his chin, and he also fell down.

One by one the bullies fell down, all in a matter of seconds. Yara was standing proud and tall in the middle of the fallen, and the smirk hadn't left her face. "Now well, you're welcome," she told me.

"I love you so much," I answered, "Thank you."

"Oh it was nothing. Honestly, it was barely a fight," she shrugged. I smiled at her. The anxiety from earlier was all gone, and I stepped over my classmates as Yara walked me home. I checked my plant and mysterious package.

"What is that you got there?" she asked me, pointing at the object. I sigh. "I wish I knew. An old lady gave it to me, and then disappeared." Yara shook her head and stared at me. "The strangest things always happen with you, hm?" I laughed. "Yeah," I said, "you could say that."

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Luna walked me all the way home. On the way I realized that she was being distant. She tried to hide it, she put on a brave face. But I saw that there was something missing. The sparkle, her deepest core, was gone. I saw an emptiness. I didn't say anything about it, I did not want to ruin our good mood, but I saw it.

She dropped me off, greeted my parents and went back home. I invited her to stay for a bit longer, but she said no. Then I remembered what happened after the last time she stayed over, and a wave of guilt flushed over me. But I didn't say anything, hugged her, and went to my room to finally see what this object was all about.

I put the bellflower in the conservatory room with the rest of the plants; I'll make it feel at home later. I went to my room and put the object on my study table. I stared at it for a few seconds before I slowly took the old cloth off it, to reveal...

A tiny little plant. It was covered under a glass, like that one glass in Beauty and the Beast that covers the rose. But the flower itself... It was beautiful. Small, but it was completely white, even the leaves, and an unseen energy shone from it.

I fell in love immediately. A wide smile appeared on my face, I sat down, and took the pot in my hands. "I'm going to take good care of you, alright little friend? You're going to be safe with me."

I took my computer and started researching. Small plant, white leaves. Small white plant.

After some research I found... absolutely nothing. You can't be telling me that this plant has no information whatsoever about how to take care of it? Nobody seems to know about its existence. I sighed. "Seems like I might not be perfectly capable of taking care you you, little one," I said, talking to it.

I closed the computer and brought the flower down to my conservatory. I placed it in a nice spot in the sun, but as soon as it touched the sunbeams, the pot became hot in my hands and the leaves started crumbling down in front of my eyes.

I immediately took it out of the sunlight, and the plant restored itself quickly, growing back the leaves before my eyes. "Okay then," I mumbled, "No sunlight. Got it. I put the flower down in a dark little spot, where the sun would never reach. The little new plant seemed to like it.

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꧁ Yara ꧂

After walking Alisha home I went to the park. I didn't want to go home just yet. Since my mom had beaten me up and got me into a fucking hospital, she has been creepily sweet with me. She hasn't said anything bad, hasn't touched me, and left me alone. It's been a week since the incident, I wonder when she's going to fall back in her patterns of abusing me, using me as her toy to express her anger at the world.

I hated the world. People always say that there is a reason for everything. A reason for the good things. For the bad things.

Oh, so do I deserve this life? My life is only filled with depression and sadness. Do I deserve that? No. The world isn't fucking fair. It's just not. And anyone who tried to console me with this again can fuck off.

Or look at Alisha. What would have happened if I didn't stop and beat up the bullies? Thinking about the way they beat her up some time ago makes me sick to the stomach. She is the only light point in my life at the moment. I would protect her 24/7 if I could. But I can't. The world isn't fucking fair.

The weather fit my mood perfectly: it was so cloudy that the whole day seemed as dark as a nightmare. The park was close to my home. There weren't many people in there. Good. I didn't like being around people anyways. I sat down on a bench and looked pointlessly around me.

Everything seemed so empty, without meaning. Who cares about anything? And even if we care, what's the point of it all? There is nothing left in the end. Everything you gain during your life, you lose eventually. So maybe it's better to not have anything. To make sure you won't get hurt by losing things that you hold dear.

I sighed. I wasn't like this before. I used to be optimistic, not care about stupid little things. Now everything seemed to bother me. And everything seemed empty and meaningless.