False Flowers

I take in the warmth as I look down at my feet. The flowers, they look so soft. They beckon me to lie in them. To feel their smooth petals. To smell their sweet scent. To just live without worry.

But I don't. I try to organize my thoughts and remember how I got here.

I look up as thunder claps and lightning strikes. Rain crashes against my skin and runs over me.

But then I look down. The flowers. They're still there. They remain undisturbed by the storm brewing above me and around me. How? Their color remains and they continue to call to me, begging me to lie with them.

I peer back up at the sky. The storm is only getting worse. It's much louder now. My thoughts are racing as my head pounds to the drum of the thunder. It feels like lightning has struck me, running through my veins. Everything burns. I look down at my wrists. They feel like their on fire and all I see is a red blur. They have to be the source of the pain.

I blink the rain away as I stare at the flowers. I reach out to touch them, I bet I can. They don't seem that far. But I refuse and look back up at the storm. The pounding is louder, the rain is blurring my vision, and the lightning flashes in shades of red and blue. This storm is unlike any other. I hate it.

Suddenly. Everything begins to stop. I'm falling towards the flowers and I can't stop. The color is fading. The water is cold and red. I can't hear the thunder anymore. Only screams.

The flowers. Their still there. But they were lies. It's cold. The petals are rough and faded. All I smell is rust.

My vision starts fading. It's harder to keep my eyes open. Everything is turning black when I remember. This was never a promise for life, but death. I whisper save me as a loud bang chased by echoes enters the room.

They could never save me, so I saved myself.