Stones Don't Grow (Delena fanfiction) (Collab w/ fxllinline)

(f) Prologue

Selena's POV;

I was whistling a melody as I walked down the stairs leading into the basement. I smiled when I saw my little garden in the ray of sunlight coming through a small window. I sat down on the cold ground and looked at my little plants and other crops. With my fingers, I slowly ran through the leaves of one of my most beautiful plants: the Alyssum, which is a plant with small, white or pink flowers and it smells amazing.

I planted most of the flowers in my garden ages ago. They all reminded me of my youth. My mom loved gardening and flowers made her the happiest. She often asked me if I wanted to help her search for new flowers. I always said yes.

I felt tears coming up when I saw my mom's face in front of me with a big smile, walking inside of the local garden center, ready to buy another five plants. I missed being young. To distract myself from my thoughts, I looked back at my own plants.

"It's time for your daily shower," I stated. I wiped away my tears with the inside of my t-shirt and stood up.

I walked over to the corner of the basement where I had buckets filled with water. With a lot of effort, I managed to pull up one of the buckets and place it close to the garden. I grabbed an empty bottle and a screwdriver out of one of the drawers of the desks I had put in the basement. With the screwdriver, I made little holes in the bottle cap. After that was done, I filled the bottle with water and walked up to the plants. I held the bottle upside down. The bottle cap was now functional as a watering can.

As I was watering the plants, I heard sounds coming from outside. The window in the corner was always slightly opened, so every sound made on the street could be heard loud and clearly in the basement. It often was nothing more than people shouting at each other, insulting each other and people running. Yet I always decided to go look at what was happening, despite the fact I already knew what I was going to look at.

Suddenly I heard a well-known sound of gunshots. My eyes widened immediately, giving me the feeling that my eyeballs could roll out of my skull at any moment. I struggled to get off the chair as my mind started racing. The dimmed candlelight in the back blinded me, or it was the flashing running through my head like a film being fast-forwarded. Every thought and every memory crashed into each other. Emotions were building up. The tears streaming down my face, and the rage inside of me. It got more intense with the second. My feet stopped working properly and it felt like they weren't a part of my body anymore. They moved me through the basement, which led me to bump into things and to step all over my beautiful green friends. I kept bashing my body against the wooden planks and closets; I tried shaking my soul out of my suffering body. Several pots shattered on the ground, but that didn't stop me from doing it.

Meanwhile, I kept hearing the same gunshots over and over again. I'm pretty sure it was just repeating itself in my head, but it was driving me crazy. I screamed so loud it made my throat sore, but I was sure no one would hear me. I was completely and utterly alone. I brought my left hand to my right arm and wanted to pinch my pale skin to see it turn into every color of the rainbow. Red, blue, green and yellow. I went deeper and deeper. I wanted to see blood, flesh. I'd do anything just for my mind to stop going wack. It hurt. It hurt so much, but it made me feel a little less crazy. And the pain itself was just so comforting. And secretly I knew how helpless I was, but that didn't stop me from endangering myself.

I truly loved danger. Perhaps danger was my dearest friend of all.