SENSELESS

IX - Truthful Deceit

                                ♣ Wild Card ♣ 

Curse these flowers.

I was enclosed in a cage made out of sturdy, thick, green vines with flowers wrapping themselves around it (which did not make me feel any better). It was positioned high enough to give me the complete view of the garden but I was in a wretched mood to give any appreciation to it. The flowers tied me up and all I could do was sit and glare at every scene before me. If I were to give a say on this, I love only the white roses and the shining golden flower Hatter used to light up our path in the Labyrinth.

Not these uncivilized, hostile, rude, blasted flowers.

Flowers of various colors, shape and genus were all assembled and their attention on the lovely serenade of the chorus. The ballad was rich with joy and entertainment which does not fit my mood. Every one of them paid me no attention save the large barking flower positioned at the side of the cage.

It was dreadful enough to be dragged across the garden by vines. Let alone be enclosed in a cage made of these accursed things. Not to mention the fact that I’m filthy and stuck with an aggravating flower. I said not a sound but inside me, anger was seeping through my bones.

The flower kept on barking.

Irritating.

Annoyance pooled inside me and I whip my head around to shoot a glare at it. “Shut up; else I shall deliberately murder you once I leave this accursed cage.”

It ceased its racket. It hung its head and whimpers in fear, backing away quickly.

 “Well, if you indeed plan to be rude, then so shall I,” I muttered under my breath.

The ballad ended. Light and thunderous applause echoed in the garden. I scowl at everything, my bound hands on my lap. The barking flower hesitantly moved to sniff my injured foot. The temptation to kick it welled up inside me but I restrained myself; I do not fancy my chances and even if I do, my feet were tied up.

Its petals tickled my foot as it lowers its head. A jolt ran over me as a tongue moved to lick at my sprained ankle. Yelling in pain and surprise, I backed away for a few centimeters, lying on my side as the flower reared back as well, barking in fright. Gritting my teeth, I dropped my eyes to look at my ankle. It wasn’t looking so entirely well.

Anger and pain burned inside me. “It’s all you and your stupid vines’ fault!” I yell at the barking flower. “It was going a bit better earlier this morning but your accursed, damned, fellow vines had to drag, me across your bloody garden and indeed, it did no help at all!”

It was whimpering, its head low but I didn’t care.

“I never even moved to harm a single plant along the way nor did I impose a threat when I came here! All I wished was to see your bloody chorus singing bloody ballads and you gave me such a lovely, bloody trip as you hauled me across your bloody garden—“

A thorny stem wrapped itself around my mouth. I yelled in frustration, cursing in gibberish. I attempted to yank my mouth of its grasp but one of its cruel thorns sliced my lower lip. I whimpered in pain, my screams lowering to sobs and I looked up to see a large rose before me.

“Hush now. I know it hurts but that was completely your fault,” it said. “Know quite well that even us pretty roses have the harshest thorns.”

A scream was buried underneath my throat. My lip shook in pain.

“Now, now,” the rose said. “I’m afraid your screaming seems to frighten Tiger over there and I do not wish to have my thorns pierce your insides. It would be rather disgusting to have your tongue dangling before me, wouldn’t it?”