Forget-Me-Not (Jack Frost X OC)

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     My eyes fluttered open. My room was still dark, so I guessed it was the nighttime. Although I was under five layers of thick blankets and wearing over 9,000 layers of clothing, I was still freezing. I looked over to my window and realized that I must have left it open. Struggling to get up from the comfort of my bed, I went to close the window. As I was checking my phone for anything new, I yawned and rubbed my eyes with my free hand. "Nothing." I whisper to myself. I put my phone down and get back into bed, hauling the blankets over me. Right before I close my eyes, I see a blue flower on my dresser. Not just any blue flower, my favorite kind of flowers. A Forget-Me-Not. I get out of bed once again and admire the small simple blue flower. That's why it's my favorite... because it's simple, but still is very beautiful. (And it was in my favorite colour.)

     I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. The smell lifted me out of bed and carried me into the kitchen where I found my adoptive mother cooking. I sat down at the table with my eyes half opened. I was still so tired, but who would pass the chance to eat bacon!?

"Good morning my little flower." My adoptive mom greeted me.

"I'm 17 years old, mother. You shouldn't be calling me your 'little flower'." I said putting up air quotes in the nickname she gave me. My mother just laughed and handed me a plate with mostly bacon and a little bit of eggs. When I smelled the savory aroma of bacon, I perked up and ate like a pig. My mother, as always, was disgusted but still smiled.

"I heard you walking around last night."

"Oh. I forgot... to shut the window," I said with chunks of bacon in my mouth before swallowing, "and then I found a Forget-Me-Not on my dresser."

"Evelyn, be more lady-like!" my mother scolded. I opened my mouth to show her the chewed-up bacon and laughed as my mother averted her gaze which caused me to laugh and almost choke. In the distance, I heard my phone ring and rushed over to answer it. I had been expecting a call since Thursday (today is Sunday) from my boyfriend Will. Will was amazingly nice and funny and everything I wanted in a guy. I was so sure that we'd have the perfect life together. Until this call...

     "What do you mean 'We've grown apart'!?" I yelled choking back tears. I knew he couldn't see me cry, but he could hear me. "Well, fine! You know what...! Shut up! Don't you ever say that about my parents! I hate you!" I hung up and shut off my phone so I wouldn't be bothered with the world. I grabbed my pillow and stuffed my face in it... And I screamed. Although my screams were muffled, my mother still heard all the way from the kitchen. All the tears came flooding down. I heard my mother knock on my door quietly and hesitantly. When I didn't respond, she came in and sat by my side. My face was still in the pillow as I rocked and sobbed.

"Are you--?"

"I'm fine, mother." I said through the pillow, answering her question before she could finish it. "I would like to be alone for now please." I continued in a calm voice. My mother got up and headed for the door, closing it ever so softly. I heard her footsteps retreating and once they sounded far away, I stood up, put some warm clothing on, and headed out the window. I wasn't sure where I was going to go, but right now I could care less.