When I returned to my apartment I sat down on my bed and slept. I was so tired of everything. I was tired of having to put up with this disease, I had to put up with Joy for a whole night without sleep, I had to put up with the fact that I'm doing this to myself.
I sunk into the mattress and had what seemed to be the last good sleep of my life.
I didn't wake up. If I did I would be buried 6 feet deep. I would have to dig my way out.
I remember watching my body engulfed with rose petals on all sides, the door creaking open and then a scream. I saw Joy frantically checking my pulse, trying to open my eyes and her sobbing at my beside.
And then there was the thing that scared me more than anything. Joy's regular bubbly personality had gone, and what replaced it; sunflower petals hidden deep inside her lungs. Had I done this?
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Hanahaki
RomanceWhy must I torture myself like this? This was a project I did for LA class so don't expect much from me, but I liked the project so I decided to upload it.
