FLOWER

EPILOGUE

 Warning, the scene is not for very sensitive people.

I go to the kitchen to look for something to eat. Unfortunately, the smell of dinner itself is discouraging. Mom made Mrs. Smith's famous lentil and tofu stew. This treat will stay in the pot again until it starts walking on its own. I turn up my nose in disgust. Time to keep looking.

- Dinner is here. Leave the fridge alone. - Mom says, entering the kitchen. I was late. Unlucky is apparently planning a long-term relationship with me.

- I'm just watching. I admire how beautiful she is from the inside. These white walls, Glass. A miracle, not a fridge. You have to bow down before the designer.

- Take a plate and don't make things up.

- Who said I was hungry?

- zRóża!

- I won't eat this crap! I wish you good luck. -And I'm running away hungry. I despair over apple pie. She smiled at me so beautifully, she even winked.

- Don't even think that you will eat anything else.

It turned out as usual. I need to make an approach to food later.

After a wonderful hot shower, relaxed. I'm waiting for the right moment to attack the fridge again. Unfortunately, it is closely guarded. And there are no signs of desertion anytime soon. Unless it's mine. Maybe the stew will turn out to be tasty. I gossip out of hunger for stupidity. Ultimately, she must follow physiological needs. Without exaggeration, it is not a robot. The sister goes to the kitchen.

- Let's say Róży.

- NO. No discussion.- Mom's stern voice responds to my sister.

It boils inside me immediately. The heart begins to beat faster and faster, the blood circulates. My skin tingled unpleasantly, I wanted to scratch everywhere at once. But when my fingernails touch the surface, an unmerciful pain recoiled in them. And it did not fade away. I clench my jaw, feeling each tooth individually. As if suddenly someone was stabbing me with knives.I struggle to catch my breath. I roll over on my side. Thinking about not hurting my nails. Even those at your feet. My jaw throbs with pain that attacks my entire head. I feel a metallic taste in my mouth. He spits on the sheets. On which a scarlet spot appears. Also swirling around the nails. Fear clogs my throat. I tried to get up, which sent waves of pain throughout my body. I'm falling out of bed. It's anguish radiating everywhere. A shape appears on the tongue. He spits it. Next, He spits again. I focus my blurry vision. Between spitting. Something white appears in the crimson red. These...are these teeth?

- Nasturcja, call an ambulance. Quick. -Someone is touching me. It hurts. I want to tell him to stop. - Calm down. I'm with you. - Forcibly puts me on my side. - Różyczko, don't move.

I'm probably spitting with my last tooth. I don't think I have anything left in my mouth but the metallic taste. But the torture only gets worse. Every wound pulsates with living fire. It reaches bones, joints, muscles... . Paralyzing.

- Mom, there's no signal...

I feel as if my body is taking on a different form that I don't have the strength to fight. It hurts so much. I want it to stop. That's all. I'll even gouge out my eyes. To feel a fraction of relief. If it weren't for someone's hands. I hear a terrible screeching noise in my ears. I can't see. I have a black spot in front of my eyes... 

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