"Look who it is. The crazy girl." A young sounding voice taunted. A little girl sat on the ground curled up in the fetal position. "I-I'm n-not c-crazy." The girl stuttered out with tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
"At least I'm not the one who says she hears voices." The young voice taunted. Standing in front of the young girl was a young boy who had a sneering smile on his face.
"Hey crazy girl. What do the voices tell you to do? Do they tell you to kill people?" The boy taunted.
'If that were the case, I would've killed you first.' The little girl thought bitterly.
Every day it was the same thing. The girl would wake up, go to school and be tortured by her fellow classmates. She never understood why.
It's not like she had any control over the voices. She didn't know why she was able to see things that other people could not. All she knew, was that she was different. And apparently, being different was a bad thing.
~That evening~
The little girl buried her face in her mother's lap and sobbed uncontrollably.
"Why mommy? Why do I hear these voices? What's happening to me? Am I really such a freak?" The little girl whimpered. Her parents looked at each other in concern. Then her mother gently stroked the little girl's head.
"Amaryllis, look at me sweetheart." Her mother said in a voice that sounded angelic.
The little girl looked up at her mother with her tear stained face and puffy red eyes.
"You're not a freak. There's nothing wrong with you. Those children just don't understand you." Her mother said kindly.
"But why do I see strange things? Why do I hear the whispers?" The little girl asked.
"It's a gift Amaryllis. It runs in our family. I don't have it and neither does your father. But your aunt had it and so did your grandma." The girl's mother explained.
The little girl still looked unsure. "You're special my dear. You should always treasure this gift." Her father said putting a comforting hand on his daughter's shoulder.
"I-should? Really?" The little girl asked as a small smile graced her face. Her parents both nodded.
"I know that you'll do great things with your powers Amaryllis. Things will get better. For now you just have to have hope." Her father said.
"Your father is right. Be patient my flower. For one day, you'll bloom into an amazing woman." Her mother added.
By now the little girl had stopped crying and she now had a hopeful smile on her face.
"Mommy, daddy, when the day comes that I finally bloom, will you be there to congratulate me?" The girl asked.
Her parents chuckled. "Of course we will my little flower. We'll even go out for ice cream to celebrate." Her father said, making his daughter cheer.
The little girl's parents looked at her with pure love in their eyes. But there was also concern. They couldn't help but wonder what would become of their beloved little flower.
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FanfictionAmaryllis White. The newest student at Ouran this year. She's not like the other students at the Academy. She keeps to herself, is painfully shy and barely speaks above a whisper. She often has a far off look on her face. It's almost like she's in...
