A Blue Rose

The True Story

"Care to know more?" Ernest smirked. I frowned, although I was desperate for answers. "You see, my Father discovered the blue rose in this very lab in the middle of the forest. Soon after he discovered the flower had a special power, the power of keeping you healthy for life. Preventing you from getting sick at all! Now you tell me, when was the last time you remember yourself getting sick?" asked Ernest. I thought for a moment. To be honest, I don't remember getting sick at all in life. "You don't remember anything don't you?" replied Ernest. I just kept listening and staring. I didn't want to respond in any way, even if he was right. "And I know why! After discovering this magnificent plant, he and my Mother were determined to find out how they could be affected by it's power, and how to keep it. Unfortunately the only way to do so was to eat at least one petal from the flower, but if humans did, there were plenty of nasty side effects, such as getting a mental disability. Then, their research showed that a human can only avoid the side effects if another human ate the petal and goes through them, then rejected the petal juices from their body, and only then a human can drink it for themselves without worries. The deal was, my parents needed a volunteer to eat the petal first, but at the same time they wanted to keep it a secret so they could have it for themselves. Fortunately, my Mother is a doctor, and she worked as an obstetrician. So then, they made a deal to get the first baby she delivered that day and use it as a test monkey. The next day, the first baby she delivered, was you. Then, while no one was looking, she took you into an old room where my Father was hiding with the blue rose petals. My Mother made you eat the petal. Once you fully digested it, they were right about to reject the juices, when your Mother woke up and started getting worried about you. Your Father rushed into the hospital and started a big search for you. Finally, he found my parenst right before they were going to reject the juices from you. He begged and begged them to give you back and finally offered them five hundred dollars for you. They couldn't reject the money so they agreed. But after that fiasco my Mother lost her job at the hospital for a year! And to this day your parents don't know that my parents are those people. Fortunately for you, the side effects are quite mild on infants, so all you got was a small mental disability. Ever since then, my parents have planned multiple attacks to finally get you and reject the juices from your body. The only thing in they're way, was me. I liked you Declana. I wanted to be your friend more than anything in the world. I was the one stopping them. But you never seemed to notice me. You always thought you were too good for me. You thought, like everyone one else, I was a nerd! But I kept trying, until that day when Ethan and the boys teased me. They bullied me. And then I realized you'll never ever like me back! I wanted to get revenge. And what better way to do it than to bring back an old subject? Besides, with you and Keith going on that emotional roller coaster, it was too perfect. I sent you the blue roses every other day with a note inside stating clues, pretending to be Keith. Then, at the perfect moment, I agreed with Paige to talk to you and Keith, to separate you more, to make sure Keith won't come for you if he found out you're missing. How did I agree Paige? She was just as desperate as me! She didn't know about my plan but she was willing to help if it included for you and Keith to stop being friends because you didn't pay any attention to her anymore. Finally, I made a hologram of Keith and a voice changer to lure you in, then, I brought you here. So now, we will finally reject the petal juices from your body. But now since you've grown into them they're fused into your blood, which means we'll need to reject all your blood and then filter it to only get the juices. So, these are probably the last moments of your life." Now everything made sense. The talk, the blue roses, the notes, my mental disability. What is never good to know is that you're going to perish soon.