Mistress of Stitches

Purple Petals

I have always wondered where we got those flowers. Purple. Darker purple becoming a slight lavender as they go out. They've been there ever since I was 7. When I went outside, I never saw them. No where around our house. I saw them once when my father and my mother took me to Wugachug.

Whenever Wugachug enters my mind, I start thinking of all that sarsaparilla they make. Taylor drinks it. We have five barrels in the pantry, and 10 bottles of it in the back of the refrigerator.

"Make sure you get under the base and around the edges, girl." I didn't hear Taylor enter the room. She just somehow sneaks in and barks a command at me.

I pick up the vase and wipe the towel under it and put it back down. Taylor leans against the wall watching me. She watches as I wipe around the table on the side, going down each of the tables legs. She walked over past me and opened the refrigerator.

"Today we're going to Sanctuary. To go and eat." She says, closing the refrigerator door. She got those bottles of cokes that I love. The one that are glass with a frilly looking metal cap.

As she's opening the can, she starts to tell me what I should be doing. The usual laundry, dishes, bathrooms, vacuum, dust. Etcetera. "Now, we're leaving at 12:00 so we can get there by one. We'll be back by five since we're also going to do activities there."

Why does she tell me this? I really don't care as long as she's out of the house. It doesn't even matter since I

I'm still cleaning. "I assume it will be fun" I reply. "Yes, it will." She pauses for a short moment, drinking her coke and then fiddling with the paper. "I assume you know what's on the little restaurants menu?" She says to me. As a matter of fact, I do. Sacred Grove is super familiar to me. "Yes ma'am, I do."

"Good. Well bring you back something. You won't mind it being cold, will you now?" She says. Ha, like she cares. "No ma'am, I don't mind" I lied.

"Wonderful!" She exclaimed. "So what do you want?" I pause a minute thinking of what I want. I usually get a cheeseburger but I should have sis thing different. "I'll... I'll have a BLT." I respond. She eyes me. She must have had no clue about a BLT on the menu.

She taps the top of the bottle on her lips. "A BLT, huh?" She starts to laugh. "So no fries or anything?" I tense up. I forgot about that. I'll sound needy if I say something about it. "Doesn't matter" she says, interrupting my thoughts. "I'll get down fries along with it since they'll ask anyways." I exhale. I couldn't care less the fries will be cold anyways.

Taylor throws the bottle in the recycling and walks out. I watch her go, making sure she went down the hall way before I start wiping down the table again. I glace over at the clock, reading 11:45 AM. Fifteen minutes. Thank God. About five hours to myself.

When I hear the door chime about 10 minutes later, I release some random breath of oxygen in relief. I hear it shut and listen to the hum of the car start, and fade away. I clean, dusting, vacuuming, washing, folding, and all, quickly and I finish in about an hour. I stand in the middle of the living room listening to the tick of the clock. I am about to loose my mind and go insane over this and turn on the tv for background noise.

I walk into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator to get something to drink. I pull out a Caprisun. 'Oh well.' When I'm turning around to go back into the living room, I notice one of the petals of the purple flowers has fallen off. I go over to pick it up, and once I touch it, I'm hearing voices in my head - the same ones I have heard every few days. But this time, they were more clear. 'kill her,' says the first one. I almost drop it, startled at how forceful the word "kill" was said. I still held onto the petal hearing a slightly different voice, 'Escape this,' it said. 'Get revenge,' said the next one. They were the same two voices, female. They also sounded.. familiar.. I let go of the petal, actually frightened. I knew I was insane with all the voices in my head, but this was unfamiliar and not one of them.

I decided to go back in the living room, opening my Caprisun. I sat down, scrolling through channels discovering I could watch Spongebob, and later, Duck Dynasty. Every few minutes I'll get interrupted by the thoughts of the whispers. Were they just my inner thoughts, of what I wanted? To escape this unnessecary life, to get revenge on the one who did it, and possibly kill them? Were the whispers talking about Taylor? I giggled at this, as if they weren't talking about Taylor. Who else would they mean?