I looked over at my mother. My small arm shock as my eyes widened.
My mother covered her mouth her eyes filling filling with tears, she stepped back. I felt that she was too scared to look away. After a while she ran over to me and picked me up. I dropped the blade and pushed her away. She had had a good look at my arm where the word "Flower" was written on my skin.
My white hair fell over my eye as I grew in raged. "Don't look at me!" I snapped as I ran out out of the room.my mother grabbed my sleeve as looked at her, a deep growled appeared out of my throat. I ripped away from her my sleeve coming off.
I ran and ran my icy blue eyes filling with tears. As I kept running.
•••
I knew something was wrong with her. She wasn't acting like she used too, Arszy is usally a sweet girl, she always had been the best daughter ever, but what I just saw.
Her blue eyes were dull, they were, cold. Her arm was running with blood the word "flower" was written on her arm. Arszy is a seven year old, for the age she is, she shouldn't act like this. But ever since her sister and father had been murdered, she's acted strange.
I looked at the sleeve that had torn off her shirt when she ran, it was blood covered. I sighed. "I'm a bad mother..." I said as I walked from her room and walked to the kitchen and looked for something to grab before I went to find her. I drew my attention to the knife holder, it was missing a knife. My eyes grew wide as I turned and dashed out the door.
'Where would Arszy go?' I thought to myself, then it hit me. I dashed towards the flower field we'd go every day as a family. I stopped in front of it and slowly moved throughout the field before I spotted some white hair in the distance. I went to it. "Arszy?" I asked as I reached her and my eyes widened as my heart stopped.
Arszy was laying in front of me...
She was...
Dead.
•••
As I dashed out of the house, I had got into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I was running with a knife towards where my sister and father were killed. When I got there I searched around for a good spot, in the time I got mad and snapped putting my hands to my eye and hissed in pain and whipped my hands away hissing in pain again.
Two cuts were on my face. I growled and put my hand to my other hand slicing a bit of a mark on my arm. Blood formed on my sleeve.
I had finally found the perfect spot. Flowers were surrounding me. I fell backward. I grabbed a flower taking it off it's stem and looked around.
I sighed and cut a hole in my stomach eyes widening as I quickly put it into the spot. I know this wont be enough to hurt me. I took the knife shakily and stabbed it to my chest and I coughed out blood and just smiled as my hand went to the side to match my other. I felt myself drift off into a forever sleep.
•••
My eyes filled with tears.
Flowers surrounded my daughter as she just smiled staring up into the sky, lifeless.
Flowers
Flowers
Flowers
FLOWERS
FLOWERS
FLOWERS
FLOWERS!
Sadies...bye now....
