flowers-jay park

Erigeron

Jay

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I rested my head on my pillow and began to close my eyes.  Moments later i was woken by a voice in my head.

I turned on my lamp and dug through my bag then pulled out the infamous pink journal. I laid back down and flipped through the thin pages.

"Today wasn't the best day. I got into an argument with Mina and she wasn't answering my texts or calls. The only person that i can really count on i let down. With that my mom has been pressuring me about my future and what she wants me to be. All this weight on my shoulder wasn't something i could cope with. After school i didnt come home for a while. I drove around the city and admired the different shops and sceneries ive never seen before. Driving was one of the only things that could calm me. Driving around seeing new places and getting the feeling of nostalgia at familiar ones. But this time i drove around a shopping center close to the hospital. I turned into the center and began to explore. There were many mini shops and boutiques that sparked my interest. What caught my eye was a cute little flower shop i believe it was called "Tiffany's flower shop." I walked in and was greeted by a young lady with dark brown hair and a lipstick covered smile. I looked around the shop at the many shades and shapes of flowers. I was intrigued by a recognizable flower. Daisys. Except they were unique, they were different, they had lilac petals and the traditional yellow stem. The woman at the counter told me all about the flowers history and beauty and it made me feel at peace. We had a conversation and then i was off with the mesmerizing daisies in my hand."

"Wait a minute..." I thought to myself.

"What's that?" My 10 year old sister questioned as she peeked through my open door.

"Oh its just a School assignment." I persuaded

"Can i see?"

"No its-"

"Time for bed!" My mom entered the room and carried my sister back to hers.

I then laid back down and open the journal back up. I turned the page and was met with the lilac daisy in its rawness flat against the thin plastic. It was exactly like she described.

Moments later I drifted sound asleep.
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Mina
(Potential trw?)
I laid on the   pillow with my hair over my face and my knees to my chest. My stomach was hallow and my lips were cracked and numb. I sat there starring blankly  at the bedroom wall. My family thinks im sick with the flu, but little do they know I was mentally sick, numb, broken. I hadn't spoken to anyone since Leslie got into the accident. My parents say I should talk about it with them like that would help the situation. I could explain a thousand times how im feeling and they'd tell me some religious bull crap or that talking about it would make it easier for me. But it wasn't, and it never would be.

plates and dishes were piled on the dresser aside my bed. My mom would come in 4 times a day asking me if i was hungry and I refused. She told me I needed to eat but I didnt feel hungry.

My mom always checked on me but I would pretend I was sleeping to avoid her seeing me in this state. I didn't want to hurt her.

I hadnt been at the hospital since the day of the accident. I couldn't stand to see my own bestfriend in the state she was. I didn't want to disappoint her.