Roses Are Dead Like Violet In Bed

The Girl With the Flowered Hair

I woke up with pools of blood around me, and my body ached.

Kill me. Please just kill me.

"SHE'S AWAKE!" I heard one of the men yell.

My mother ran over to me, covered in blood, and began crying and stroking my hair. My vision was blurry, as if someone had left a camera unfocused, but I knew it was my mother. The love and warmth that radiated off of her was undeniable.

Everywhere hurt. Everything. How was I still alive? I tried to turn on my side, but pain ripped through my chest, and a scream launched out of my throat.

"Violet no! No no honey don't move. It's okay"

She slowly injected a needle near my wound. 

Anesthesia.

I gave into the numbness. I let it take me, consume me. After a while, I just dozed off.

●●●

Waking up in my house without any pain had to be the most surprising thing in all my years. The only evidence of my hospital experience were the 2 long scars on my body. Wow.

What day was it?

I see my phone sitting on my dresser. I walked over and turned it on.

Saturday, January 6 2017
7:59 AM
67 missed calls from Amiin

I wouldn't call back Amiin now. After all, I am going to school.

It was a Friday? Has the week gone by that fast? I could pretend I have some pains and not go to school today, but I already missed Thursday which would add more trouble to the mix.

I put on a pair of ripped jeans and a black slim fit T-shirt. I put my charger in my bag, along with my laptop, my brush, and a couple of snacks. I'm planning on going to Amiin's house after school.

I swing on my bag and head towards the door. Slowly, almost silently, I turn the knob and open.

No screaming.
No shattering.
No crying.
The coast is safe.

I slowly leave the comfort of my room, and walk down the stairs. Lord behold, I come down to see my mother dressed in her nurse's outfit, and chugging something in a mug.

Coffee?!
...No.
Tea.
Healthy herbal tea.

When she sees me, a smile lights up her face. She puts down the mug and runs around the counter to embrace me.

"How do you feel honey? Are you in pain? How's your pulse? Ugh come sit down let me check your vitals". She grabbed my hand and began to pull me towards the dining chair, but I laughed and shook her off.

"Mom i'm fine", I say as I grab an apple and run through the door.

Dad is waiting in the car on his phone.

Probably a business call.

The car ride to school was very quiet with the exception of Dad's low mumbles on the phone. We get to the school and I get out of the car.

"Bye" I say, but he only grumbles in my direction and hurries me to close the door.

I walk towards the front door of the school while doing a little hum. Though half-way, I notice the stares that i'm getting.

Great, they know.
But how?
Actually, that doesn't matter. Now I'll be known as the girl who couldn't handle a few puffs.

As I near the door, Amiin magically pops out of nowhere, and grabs my wrist. He pulls me aside and gives me the biggest hug he's ever given me.

He starts babbling about how sorry he is, and how everything that happened wasn't meant to happen. Apparently, his dealer didn't have enough weed so he/she mixed it with something else to make it seem like a lot. Amiin's body didn't react badly to it because he had been smoking recently, but me on the hand....not so much.

"Hey Violet, so someone asked me yesterday if I wanted to go to the carnival with them and I told em yeah, andddd I was wondering if you wanted to come"

He looked at me with a smile, hoping that I would agree. I could feel the anticipation killing him. I know he felt bad, so why not. Nothing bad can come from it.

"Why wouldn't I?" I said with a small laugh, "Who's this friend?".

"Well here she comes," he says with a smile.

I turn around and almost faint. I see her. It. Of course Amiin wanted to invite it, he didn't know. He didn't know the long historical time-line of hatred that dated all the way back to 300 B.C, though the tension between me and this bitch was strong enough to pull the sun and the moon out of the sky. But here she is. Walking towards my bestfriend and I.

Here she is. The bitch with the bleached prom dress.

Emilia Dens.

The Girl With the Flowered Hair.