Dandelion

Plot Twist?

We start off with a dream, itll be in italics. Just letting you guys know. It's a bit traumatic so if you want to skip I'll put an emoji where it ends.

Ivy's pov

"Mommy?" I shake my sleeping mother.

She doesnt stir after my shaking.

"Papa? Why isnt Mommy waking up?" I ask.

"You did this to er! Why don' you tell me!" He yells.

Me? What did I do?

"What did I do?" I ask starting to cry.

"You killed er you freak! You killed er!" He yells.

Shock hits me like a brick. Words dont seem to want to work. My whole being shaking.

"Aren' you going to say something! Say something, freak! Say something!"

I open my mouth but nothing happens. My brain wont let words come out. I could hear police sirens in the background. Neighbors probably called from the yelling.

My father picks up a gun and rushes it outside. I stay standing over my mom. I try to say something. Anything. To let her know I love her, to tell her goodbye. But I still cant talk.

Her head snaps toward me. Her irises were completely gone, leaving only the whites of her eyes. Her mouth starts moving.

"You couldve stopped him! You should've! This should be you instead of me! Do you hear me Ivy! All your fault!" She rasps.

The door bursts down with a large bang.⚠️

Furys pov

I'm awake, sadly. I just finished crap ton of paper work for Hill.

I walk quietly down the hallway. I slowly open Ivys door, checking to make sure she isn't still awake.

Instead of finding her peacefully sleeping, I find her sitting up; breathing heavily.

"Hey, Ivy, are you alright?" I ask her quietly.

She looks at me, startled. Upon seeing me quickly puts up a mask of indifference.

Oh, hey Fury. What's up? Finish your paper work?

I sit beside her on the bed.

"Yep, paper works finished. What's up with you?"

She looks everywhere but at me.

Bad dream. It's fine. I'm fine, She answers after a minute.

I nod sympathetically, "Want something to drink?"

She smirks, Alcohol

I shake my head with a smile, "In your dreams, kid."
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Ivys pov

"Hey Ivy." Audrey greets.

Hey, Aud. I sign.

"You look tired. Rough night for sleep?" She asks as we walk down the hallway.

Nightmares. I sign.

"Same one?"

Started the same, ended the same.

"I'm sorry, Ivy." She says putting her hand on my shoulder.

Not your fault.

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Dreaded math. Have I mentioned I hate math before? Well I do. Its horrid. And my brain was not it the mood. But here we were.

"If blah blah blah blah equals blah blah blah blah blah than why is it Ivys fault?" Everett rattled on.

I sat straight up. No one seemed to think anything was off. Maybe I just imagined it. Ya that's probably it. But I felt like I was being watched again. Like a spider was creeping up my back.

I let it go, thinking it was just paranoia. I think I have tutoring today. I raised my hand. When Everett looks at me I point out of the door. She nods her head. I stand up and head down the hallways to the bathroom.

                          Clint

PoisonIvy
Are you here today? I cant remember.

Clint
Ya, I am. Arent you in class?🧐

PoisonIvy
I exused myself to the bathroom😌 I cant remember these things Clint I had to ask☹

Clint
Ok ok. Get back to class. I'll see you soon.

PoisonIvy
Bah bah Clint👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

I sped-walked back to the classroom.

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I open the door to the library, hearing a, "Hey Ivy," as I closed the door.

Hi Clint.

"You look tired." Clint says.

So I've been told. I sign with a yawn.

Clint laughs before saying, "Ok, well, let's get started."

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I walk out of the school, heading towards home. I feel slightly more awake, happier. I needed a dose of friendship, I guess.

I was walking. And walking. And walking. And New York really needs better streets. This place smells like a dumpster fire. Fire is pretty though. I like fire. Though not near my plant children. Wildfires are bad. Controlled fires are fine. With the oranges and reds and blues and yellows and whites. It's pretty. And smoke smells good. Unless it's in my face.

And I trip. Me and someone else go tumbling to the ground.

I am so sorry. I sign, hoping they can read ASL.

I get up and offer my hand to help them up. Then I see the face. My body tenses. And I try to pull my hand back but its grabbed.

"Dont worry Ivy. It's perfectly fine." He whispers so only I can hear.

I thought he was in jail. Furry said he was in jail. Did Furry lie? He wouldnt lie? Would he? Hes a spy. That's his job. But to me?

My kidnapper keeps a stone hold on my hand and takes me to a nearby parked car, shoving me in.

Dun dun dun. Who do you think it is? I feel like I set it up obviously. But that could just he because i know who it is. Anyways, have a great day! Bah bah👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

Since I keep having large gaps. Heres a picture of the rainbow that was in the clouds the other day.