My parents have always been protective of me for as long as I could remember. The entire house was padded even when I grew out of my toddler years. I was always homeschooled and someone was always hovering to make sure I didn't trip or hurt myself. I thought this was them being irrationally overprotective until one Winter day, my hands were so dry that the skin broke. A drop of blood fell to the ground and almost instantly, red flowers blood from where it landed.
I looked at my parents and they shrouded back in terror, that's when I saw my reflection. My eyes were glowing a crimson red with black surrounding it and from the wound came vines wrapping around me. I reached out to my Mother but she winced back with fear and then with my Father, ran far away from me. I sat down and wept silently. Then I opened my eyes; white flowers.
'What am I?' I whispered to the sky.
Snow fell down around me, blanketing the flowers.
The white ones looked like roses, the red ones looked like spiders.
The air hissed around them.
'Those flowers,'
'What are they?'
The red petals fell to the ground and sunk into the earth.
The white flowers followed suit.
The glass shattered.
