Imperfect Me. (ON HOLD)

Chapter 18

A/N
I want to thank you guys for putting up with my story and all. Thank you so much!!!
Anyhow Enjoy!...
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JADE:

Flowers. An infinite amount of fragile flowers, specifically the colour white. Orchids , peonies, stargazer lilies, roses, chrysanthemums, forget-me-nots, you name it. Their full blooms the size of a palm, each and every delicate petal different to the one beside it yet the same. The radiance each petal emits has a somewhat calming effect . Their scent so beautiful, so calming and peaceful.
So pure; so brilliant.
I turn and shake my head.
Pinch myself;
yet here I am still sat surrounded by these white flowers. I can't move without possibly killing or trampling these beautiful, fragile flowers brimming with life.
They're defenceless and innocent, are they not?

Where am I?

I'm adorned in a blood red gown of sorts.
Dark, crimson rose petals are somehow threaded together forming the top of the gown, leaving my arms bare . A black ribbon tied just above my waist; blood red silk flares out around my waist, it would brush the floor if I was to stand or walk but I am not standing, I am sat on the floor.

What is going on? Why am I dressed like this?

A soft breeze brushes through the flowers making them dance around me. The strange warmth of it feels oddly familiar like a long, lost friend. The white petals now translucent like that of a snake when it's skin sheds.

A shiver runs up my spine as they start to change colour till they're all different shades of red. The roses now a deep Crimson almost black, the peonies a pinky red, the orchids a deep red. All one by one transforming into brighter shades. All except the white lilies.

Like blood.

I subconsciously pick up the only remaining white rose. My touch colours the flower a deep shade of red, the red starts from where my fingers are in contact with the rose. This is different to the other flowers. The previously pure rose darkens until black and a warm red liquid flows from it spilling onto my bare arm.

Blood. It's blood.

the rose slips from my grasp crashing to the floor with a loud whoosh. The flowers surrounding me morph into a bloody river. The lilies splattered by the river have gone. In its place lies Gabbe.

Her ripped skinnies and white crop top now splattered with blood as the lilies were. Tears pool in her eyes and she cries into me soaking my black hoody and ripped jeans which has taken the place of the dress.

"I love you."

I blink awake almost pushed out of the dream.

A dream; it was just a dream. It was just a dream. A dream mixed with reality.

Goosebumps rise along my arms and legs and I find myself shivering at the cold that seems to be in my heart. The dream a reminder of what happened. 

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KRIS:

School is going to start in about 20 minutes and here I am on the verge of committing murder.
I don't care how old the little twit is. If he says one more word to Hassan I won't stay back.

Unaware of my gaze he laughs and pushes Hassan, my fists clench at the sight of Hassan stumbling back; unable to watch any more I sprint and grab the boy by the scruff of his neck. His beady eyes widen in shock in accordance to his rapidly increasing pulse.