The Flower thief

You only fight hate for so long

    As I picked the beautiful white and red roses, I looked around making sure I wasn’t being watched. Although I have done this many times, I still get nervous every time. I was going to see my love, my soulmate. Just as I was turning to leave my neighbors yard I heard someone call after me, “Hey, stop picking my flowers unless your willing to let me meet this beautiful lady that receives two of my flowers every day.” I was startled by his voice and I turned to face this man whom I have been stealing from for 214 days in a row.

    “I, uh, um. Okay, follow me. It’s a bit of a walk though, if you don’t mind,” I stuttered out to this man whom I had no idea who he was.

    “It is alright, kid. I needed a walk anyway. How far will we be walking?” The elder man said, looking at me with bright eyes.

    I looked down, but mumbled, “Come on, we should get going.” The elderly man walked down his front steps to his house and began walking beside me as I began to walk to our destination.

    After about 10 minutes of silence and walking, the man broke the silence and said, “Kid, what’s your name? Mine is James, but call me Jim.”

    “Oh, hi. Call me Storm .” I responded quickly and continue walking.

    “What is this lady’s name that you take my flowers to?”

    “Oh, uh,” I always had a hard time saying her name, but I managed to spit it out and keep my cool. “Sky-Skylar, her name is Skylar.” Meanwhile I turned down Angel drive and continued to walk.

    “Why are we headed down the cemetary road?” Jim asked with a bizarrely confused tone in his voice. I didn’t respond and turned into the cemetery and headed to the back where there was a full field of tall grass, but if you looked close enough you could see that the grass was shorter in one spot and that spot only. I walked up to the place where the grass was shorter, picked up the flowered from the day before and layed the fresh flowers down next to a small head stone that read:

Here Lies Skylar Ash Quinn

April 18th, 1998- May 15th, 2018

She was an amazing

Daughter

Sister

Fiance

In loving memory of Skylar Ash Quinn

    When I was finally able to look away from her Headstone, I looked to Jim. “I’m so so sorry son, I didn’t know, if you don’t mind me asking? How did she pass?”

    “Sui-suicide. She commit suicide after she found out she had a severe case of laryngitis and could never sing again, plus her parents had gotten worse trying to get her to push me away. Singing was the only way she could escape the harshness of her families words and actions, they absolutely hated our relationship, they wanted me dead, but instead pushed her to death. She was the only one I had ever loved and they took her from me. I’m sorry I must go now.” Then I hurried off and back to what was supposed to be Skylar and I’s apartment. When I arrived I saw my two brothers Alex and Emery, they looked worried.

    “Storm,” Alex addressed me, “Where have you been? You don’t answer any of your calls or texts, we are worried sick, and so is mom.”

    They didn’t know Skylar committed suicide not many did, and no one knows that I found her besides her parents. “I’m fine,” I lied.

    Alex seemed to believe it, but I knew Emery wouldn’t be fooled that easily. “No, your not and I know it. Come on let’s go inside and talk, I want to know what is wrong.” Emery demanded. I knew better then to argue with him he may be my little brother and he might be all sweet most of the time, but he likes to help and if that means forcing me to tell him then that’s what he will do. I quietly followed Emery into the house and Alex followed me. It was time that I open up to someone before I myself commit suicide.

    We all sat and I rambled, “You guys remember Skylar, well her and I were together like together together and he parents didn’t like it tried to split us up they wanted me dead, I proposed to Skylar and a few months later sh- she committed suicide.” As soon as I said that I could already tell that wasn’t what they were expecting. This was the begining to a very long conversation that brought my brothers and I closer, but that is a completely different story for another time.