People stared; eyed widened as she stopped denying the accusations. She looked down, avoiding the eye contact of her peers.
It was self defense she claimed. They would have done it too if they were in her place. Deep inside, she knew they wouldn't have though. None of them could bring themselves to do what she had done. The ultimate sin, bringing an end to someone's life.
He was a dear friend of her's too. It's as they say-when someone is killed, their friends and family are the first suspects. It was all too easy for him to meet up with her in secret. She was gullible enough to listen to anything he said. Her quick reflexes had given her the ability to grab the syringe out of his hand and quickly stab it into his neck.
Now she would get just what she deserved, the death penalty. She was just glad that they had figured it out, she'd much rather sacrifice herself than have everyone else die. And yet, as she was being dragged to her death, she still struggled.
The chain around her neck loosened, she tried to break free only to be tied to a wooden crucifix. The crucifix was lodged halfheartedly into the dirt, just stable enough so that it wouldn't fall over. Above her head was an archway, covered in vines sprouting flower buds.
Her classmates emerged, she remained looking down, too ashamed to look any of them in the eye. Some of them couldn't bare to look at her, others simply watched. A certain member of the audience had tears welling up in her eyes already.
"Let the execution of the Ultimate Florist begin!" a disembodied voice said. The students knew who it belonged to though.
The vines began to grow longer and longer, reaching down towards the girl. She closed her eyes and gulped. From all angles, the vines wrapped around her limbs. Thorns pricked her bare arms, letting pink blood drip down and hit the dirt beneath her. A particularly long vine circled her neck, round and round. The vines became tighter and tighter until the florist took her final breath; short and sweet.
Her head hung. Her clenched fists fell limp. When her body turned lifeless and her heart stopped beating, the flower buds bloomed. They created a beautiful pattern around her increasingly cold corpse, blue flowers brighter than her eyes.
Her audience remained silent, almost as if they were captivated by the colours. The silence didn't last long though. A loud sob could be heard from the crowd, then another. She wouldn't have wanted anyone to cry for her.
