The life of an undead cheerleader

the boy and the flower

There is something so beautiful about a single flower. How can I put this for the simple mind. Growing up I always had an obsession with this bush that was out side of my bed room window and the magical thing about it was the boy next door was always looking out his window in my direction...maybe it was the flower I"m not even sure my self but he was just as beautiful. My Dark fragrant red rose and the boy across from me were so similar...just a like.

The first time we talked it was about my bush with the single blossom. He mentioned that hes always had a fascination with my flower for his last name was the same as the flower. I can remember his smile. It was beautiful and kind. He was caring.  Like a brother. he kept me safe at school and held my hand in the hospital as my grandfather laid there in a ragged hospital bed. 

He never told me much about his life before we met and after we had met it was rare that we were away from each other. 

Years after we met though i started to notice things. he was no longer the free spirit that i had come to know. he became more quiet and reserved...this worried me as you could assume..for we told each other everything. It became difficult for me to make him laugh...and when i did it was only short and brief then right back to his blank expression. when we werent at school he was in his room blinds down and never opened. where as when we were younger they were opened and he would stare gently into my eyes and id stare back..Not anymore though....

 One day after several months of this i noticed that his blinds were finally open again...the man i fell in love with was back...or was he...

he was sitting at the window sill a white wrist band and his arms we're covered in gauze...i couldnt help but gasp at this vision. even to this day i cant help but have flash backs on his face...blank but full of tears and sadness...he looked at me and got up. i pressed my hands against the glass. he walked back with a note book and a marker and wrote something down. i couldnt think cause my thoughts were racing he held it up and four words were written. "Such a beautiful flower." I smiled and looked down at the flower when i looked back up he shook his head and pointed. i pointed at my self as if asking "me?" he smiled and nodded. i blushed and opened my window and plucked my seasonal flower and walked over to his window and placed it there on the outside of his window and looked up at him. he looked at me with confusion i whispered just loud enough so he could hear me "Aaden you never have to be alone again...Im here..always have been" he smiled and placed his hand on his window...i did the same.

I was in love... he was my first love... he made me feel safe and no one would ever replace my Aaden Rose i believed that he would be my forever. that ended the day i turned thirteen. i went over to his place we had plans to go out and just chill out for my birthday... I wanted nothing more than to be with him always.  I knocked at his door and his mother answered  and told me to go ahead in and that he was still asleep that I should go wake him up... It was very unusual for him to sleep in when we had plans together.  He was always on top of things.
I got butterflies but not a good way... I became very nervous and as I walked down the hallway to his room it got worse... My gut telling me that something was wrong my head telling me that I was over thinking.... I wasn't over thinking.
I opened the door.. "Hey Aaden you silly boy it's time... " as I looked around the corner towards his bed my eye caught a certain color... Not a color I wanted to see in this very moment. Red... Dark red. I just stood there... Shocked... Speechless... I couldn't even scream all I did was walk over and move his blanket that was over him and collapsed... I fell on top of him... My first love was gone... Not even a breath left to hear him say my name... No movement to feel his arms hug me tightly in this moment... No voice to tell me that he's alright....nothing... Not a single thing.  He was cold. 
I sat up covered in his blood and looked around grabbing things to wrap his arms in to stop the bleeding that wasn't even there anymore for he had already bled out. Whispering to my self  as if I were tricking my self into believing he was still breathing "it's okay I'm here you're not alone"
Moments later his mom walked in and after that it's all a blur. 
I do know that I never was the same ever again I became numb and when I started dating... It was never true love it was all in spite of him... Aaden Rose... The man I will never forget or forgive... He was the boy who gave and took everything from me.