Short Stories

The Flower Bed

  There's a flower bed that no one ever goes near for it is dangerous. Many flowers are dangerous but this particular flower bed has a snake. This snake has patterns like the flower so you never know when he comes out to attack. I never go near it although I see it every day, I can see the snake's piercing eyes through the brush. It's a very beautiful flower brush and I would love to go near it and touch it but I'm too afraid. Well, my friend isn't afraid of anything. They don't believe anything either. So when I tell them of this flower, they scoff and say, "Show me and I'll touch it."

I hated that day. That day. That dreadful day. I wish I never said anything to them because that day, they walked home with me and when I progressively got further away from that specific plant, Sky noticed and laughed, "That's the plant you're so afraid of?" Sky walked up to it and shook her head, "It's a plant, there's nothing wrong with it." I began to relax when nothing bad was happening but then she reached out to touch it and-

It all happened so fast. The first thing that processed was a scream and a door slamming. My eyes widened as I realized what had happened.

The snake had popped out and attacked, its jaws clinging to Sky's neck. The snake looked exactly like the flower. With the head and some of the body with a flower pattern and the rest looking like a branch. I screamed, backing away from the snake. How could I let this happen? Skylar's body was on the ground and her blood covered the street. I tripped and heard a honk.

The rest was blurry. I felt hands and a panicked voice but that was it. I passed out. When I came to, I was in the hospital, in a hospital gown. I heard a beeping noise and I saw.. darkness. I was grateful though confused. I always read of the bright lights that hospitals had once you woke up but that wasn't the case. I suppose no one ever actually woke up in a hospital like I had.

A nurse walked in and helped me sit up, telling me I was in the hospital. I sighed softly, putting my hand on my head and frowned when I didn't feel smooth skin or silky hair at first. The nurse seemed to have noticed my confusion and told me I hit my head on the concrete and everything came rushing back. In a panic, I asked the nurse how the rainbow-dyed haired person was and the nurse gave me a look of remorse.

I was never the same. I didn't even walk that street anymore. Later that night, I had found out it was ten and my mom was already signing me out. But it's been two years now and... The memories are still fresh in my head. I still get headaches but other than that, my head is perfectly fine. I don't even walk anymore. I isolate myself.

I hope I can see her again.

I need to apologize.

I need to know if she forgives me.

I'm sorry..