Breakfast that morning was terrible.
Hunk had tried to make cereal, and even though it wasn't the same thing, it still reminded me of home. All I could do was stare at the table, especially after last night.
I shivered. I could still taste the blood and tears, and I didn't even dare look at Keith. I felt his eyes on my head, but I ignored them as much as I could.
I took a small bite of breakfast, and immediately regretted it. Nausea attacked me and my vision spun like I was on a merry-go-round. I stood up, gripping the table.
My voice came out like a whisper. "I'll....be right back..." As fast as I stood up, I was rushing for the bathroom.
I shut the door and locked it. I threw up in the toilet, and as soon as I thought I was done, I coughed up petals over more petals, the flowers suffocating me by the second. Blood was smeared all over the ground around me. I stopped coughing, and one last petal fluttered our and landed on my hand.
Then reality struck me like a bell.
These were carnations. My favorite flower. The one my mom and I planted in the garden. The flowers that were dead in my room at the Garrison. The ones that were the cause of my death.
Just then, my vision tumbled. I couldn't see anything other than red and white, and I finally started to Black out as someone knocked on the door.
The last thing I heard was Keith's voice.
"Lance?"
