•TWENTY EIGHT•
"It's sad really"
One by one, she ripped the petals off.
"In the end"
She stared lifelessly into the flower with no petals left.
"Nothing stays beautiful"
Turning her head she looked at her dead mother and father who's eyes rolled back in a inhuman way.
"Not even them. They couldn't stay beautiful together"
The reeking smell of alcohol suffocated the room along with the empty bottles which once contained liquor.
It really isn't beautiful.
A sly smirk danced on her lips as she poured the remaining alcohol over her father and mother.
She threw a match, their bodies burst into flames.
"Wow" she gasped at the sight in front of her.
"Now that's beautiful"
