I used to love Carnations.
When I lived on Earth, my mom had planted tons in our front yard. They were my favourite too, that is, until now. Tonight. We had just docked our lions, and sweat dripped down all of our faces, but the only thing I could focus on was Keith.
I've had a crush on him for a while now, not too long. I hated myself for it- the way I stared when he took off his helmet, and they way I couldn't resist staring blankly at him whenever he yelled at me. But today it was different.
After finishing a battle against another Galra leader, I was exhausted. We had to trek through a huge rain-forest type terrain to sneak into the base, and the whole time I felt like the exotic neon flowers had stared at me the whole time. I had mostly forgot about it, but the smell still lingered- not that it smelled bad.
"Good job, team, get some rest. Tomorrow we can work on agility drills and..." I stopped listening to Shiro's ranting and daydreamed. I thought of what we could do whenever we won the war- if we did, of course. Even so, what about the other realities? Would we have to fight against those too? I was cut off when Keith ran into my shoulder.
"Watch it." Was all he said as he started walking off. I realized everyone had left, and I was the only one in the hallway. Without thinking, the words came out of my mouth. "You're the one that ran into me!"
He turned around. "I'm not the one staring at the floor like an idiot!"
"I'm not an idiot!"
"Then start acting like it."
"But-"
"Shut up! You're so annoying. Maybe that's why nobody likes you."
His words hit me like a bag of bricks, and I tried not to let it show.
"I-"
"Cut it out! Nobody cares!"
I stopped, and continued walking the other way, until I was the only one in the hallway. The quiet was unbearable, and the only other sound was the soft padding of my feet treading to my room.
. . .
My door shut with a click, and I slid down the wall.
Maybe he was right. I was annoying.
'Maybe that's why nobody likes you.'
I laughed darkly to myself. That's why Keith didn't like me. Tears ran down my face like bullets.
Suddenly my throat burned. I coughed violently, trying to breathe. More tears ran down my face as I hacked up flowers, blood splattered on each petal like paint. My eyes widened.
Was something wrong with me? I panicked and picked them up, shoving them down the trash disposal. I couldn't tell this to anyone- they'd think I was a freak.
After washing the blood on my hands, I eventually slept, my tears staining the pillow.
A/N: Hay, this is part one, so I will update the second one later. Buh bai!
