Mad Hatter

Each shade from a different persons' head

Who knows how long we sat there supporting each other in this time of need. All I know is that when we were sat up and tried to get back there was no wall to lean on. But instead glowing flowers defying gravity. Memorised by the  enchanted roses, I crawled towards them, amazed that such beauty could still glow in a place of torment. Hope slowly crept into the back of my head, maybe if such beauty still existed, we could escape this lair belonging to the one and only true female Satan. Like a child in a pet store, I wanted to touch them, my hand cautiously extended to handle the precious things. Gradually at first, the bringers of hope began to spin, faster and faster they spun until they became a red blur. As I sat there in bewilderment, the roses gracefully transformed into people. They looked like fairies without wings still slightly glowing in the darkness wearing forest green tights, dainty rose dresses that slightly flicked at the bottom and had fabric overlapping like petals and an ivy headdress that created a swirling pattern across their foreheads. Oh my, how beautiful they were. However their hair wasn't as flawless, it looked like white roses sloppily painted red.

"What a great sleep we have had girls, am I right?" yawned the middle girl. In a small murmur all the other flower girls agreed whilst stretching and yawning.

"Ahhhhhh!" screamed the flower girl on the far right. " B-B-Blossom, your hair!" she continued.

" Flora, what are you on about?" questioned the middle girl who we then new to be named Blossom. A wave of gasps could then be heard across the group along with 'Oh no your hair, my hair', 'MY HAIR!', 'What happened' and  'who did this?'.
"Oh please tell me my hair isn't as dreadful as yours," remarked Blossom, who I assumed was the 'leader'. With a wave of her hand, a mirror appeared in Blossom's hands.

"no ... No ... NO! This cannot be true, I only got my petals bleached before we went to sleep!" remarked Blossom.
"Whoever did this is going to pay!" she continued.

And that is the point at which my body decided that I would sneeze. The 5 flower girls turned towards the struggling me and Isho.

"I bet it was YOU, wasn't it!" spat Blossom pointing at us.

" Yeah, me too!" stated the flower girl who was standing right next to Blossom.

"Shut Up Arora before you end up like the lilies, you remember them right? You know the ones I single-handedly pulled the petals off" Threatened Blossom.

" I-I didn't know you were alive... I'm sorry," I mumbled looking down at my bloody hands.

"IT WAS YOU!" Blossom shouted, her scowl burned through my eyes into my soul. As she stood there staring at me, her face turned to the colour of hatred, pain and danger.

Me and Isho crawled into a corner. Fear consumed us as the fairies grew closer with each second. I listed all the different ways they could kill us if we weren't already dead. I imagine hell wasn't so different. I shuffled closer to Isho, clawing at her shoulder searching for any kind of hope in her watery eyes. A single tear slipped down her cheek and a strangled cry followed. This was it. This was the end for us. Pain devoured me as I felt my head being ripped open. A warm liquid ran down my back and dripped down my face. Isho screamed so loud I was deafened. It was before I went unconsious that I heard  the voice that chilled me to the bone. The one creature whom sickened me. 

"Paint my children. They deserve it after what they did to you." 

Then the darkness swallowed me; it surrounded me like a blanket. Until there was nothing but black. Where was Isho? I can't be alone. I can't leave her. What are they going to do to her? What are they going to do to me?