Such A Small Thing

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"No!" I scream as I lunge for my remaining petal. I mustn't let it touch the floor or my life will be over.

It lands in the middle of my cupped hands just as I hit the floor, and hard. "Ow."

I look at my petal, the red color bright against the dark walls that have surrounded me since I got here. The petal is still fully intact. I sigh.

"I really need to be more careful," I say, then think before speaking again, "and I also really need to get out of here before I lose this damn petal," I sigh again," and my mind with it."

I look around, still laying on the floor, as I have done so many times before. It's always the same. Corner after corner all I see are walls painted black and ceilings and floors painted white. It's terrible.

I've been trapped in this place for quite some time now... I think. I haven't come across any actual people, just evil paintings that come to life and walls with arms and hands that try to grab me.

I sigh again and sit up but stay on the floor. I don't know how I got here, but I do know that I want to get out.

I look at my petal again, still laying in the middle of my hands. It used to be a full rose, and a very pretty one as well, but things grabbed it from me and the petals fell off, injuring me with each one. I quickly learned to keep it as safe as possible, but the petals still ended up being plucked off and falling to the floor, causing them to immediately turn black and die. This petal is all I have left of it now.

"Well, I might as well keep going. No use staying here," I announce to myself and stand up.

I take the next corner, one that turns right, and am surprised by what I find.

Another human. A real one.

He's alive, I can see him breathing, and there's a petal on his back. It's a vibrant blue.