This morning seemed different like the others. The sun hid behind the clouds the wind sang a less than soothing song It's been so cloudy lately. It's depressing, it's boring and bland, but it's often like that.
I know why thought, it's understandable everyone's worried about their petals, but they should be more worried about spending time with their family, whether or not their petal fall is inhabitable there is no point to sulking over it.
But I'm no different I tried to be but it's all to tiresome. Breathing heavily I went into the kitchen and drank some water. I'm questioning my beliefs, growing up in a christian family that isn't a thing that I could say in front of my parents.
But, thining about is really giving me doubts, if there really is a "God" then how could human life be his greatest creation if it's so easy for him to take it away? And how is it fair that It's dictated by a simple red rose?
I shook my head violently "Stop thinking about this" I put the empty glass on the counter and walked back into my room. "NO! MOM" I screamed running over to the red rose petal on the floor "Mom one fell" my eye started to get watery as it held the petal in my hand.
My parents looked at me with and unreadable facial expression. "D-don't you care?" My mom just looked at my dad then back at me "well sweetie" I clutched the flower in my hand and walked over to the door "never....mind" I slammed the door before they could say a word.
Like I said, A single rose petal that hits the ground means so much, to so many people. I hate this feeling.
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Three petals
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if everyone had a rose, and each time a petal fell it meant you were closer to death. What if you only had three petals left, And the only way to get more was to find a white rose. What you do to find it, would you Kill? would you...
