Raining Flowers

Part 2 of 2

        Petals floated down from the ceiling as if it were raining. Roses and daisies and violets and daffodils... All sorts of beautiful flowers covered my body before the final petal even touched my face. My eyes opened to reveal a blond haired blue eyed man with half his face burnt. I couldn't help but frown. Wouldn't you?

        "Morning." He smirked and kicked me in the side. I winced in pain as he kneeled beside the hard ground I laid upon. I carefully reached up to pick the red rose petal that covered my face. It was then that I saw the horror above me as my dear babies were withering away. I was in my greenhouse, beneath my hanging potted flowers.

        "Morning." My sarcastic voice came out hoarser than I predicted. I then groaned through gritted teeth. I felt like I had been through Hell and back. What had I done this time? Steal his idiotic coin? No... Did I try to kill him again? I don't believe so but it's possible. Oh, what does it matter? I was on the floor with flowers scattered across my body in a pathetic attempt to cover my bruises. I began to sit up, all the dead limbs of my once gorgeous flowers falling into my lap. I realized my ankles and wrists were constricted by rope.

        He grinned at me, grasping hold of my face to pull it towards him.

        "Aren't you going to ask me what this was all for?" He taunted. My heart skipped a beat. I knew it wasn't Harvey talking. The deeper, more threatening voice of TwoFace was the one that brought forth a memory that was probably buried within Harvey's broken mind. I said nothing. I simply stared. Usually I would fight back, prepare a witty comeback. Something. Anything. But I felt far too weak to try. I glanced at the plants above us. He burnt them. Still smoldering, they would soon be nothing but ashes. He tightened his grip, causing my green eyes to look back to his. We were inches away from each other's faces.

        "For fun." His dark voice threatened. I didn't let him see the emotions that were locked deep within me. The emotions that were hurt by his cruel attempt to bring forward such a bittersweet memory. I was stronger than that. I learned to be stronger. Apparently he had too.

        He suddenly let go of my face only to send a slap across my cheek. My head flicked to the left at impact.

At that point I wished I could kiss him.

Oh, no. Not what you think.

Not because I miss him.

Because I wanted to kill him.

You see, we have a strange relationship, Harvey and I.

But whatever you'd like to consider it...

I don't appreciate being slapped.

        My head came back to face him only to receive another blow before I even got the chance to shoot him a glare. My head swung to the other side.

        There it was again. The raining of flower petals. Some had begun to turn to ash. It seemed to mockingly fall in slow motion, right in front of my eyes.

        My plants were just as weak as I was. I couldn't fight back. Through the hits, I hoped it was simply a nightmare.

        What's worse, though, is that it wasn't a nightmare.

...It was reality.