Zazi:Red Flowers For Chris

Kayden had said she was a telepath. She had laughed at my thoughts on my hair. Great start Z! Damn! Stupid loud thoughts! I can never keep anything to myself! Even around people without…abilities.

There had been this one incident before I had run away, when I went to school and had a couple of friends. It was actually what started everything…

I had fallen in love. And hard, not just some petty crush.  His name was Cristian. The only downside was that Chris was a teacher. He was charming, unmarried and adorable but a bit insensitive, and I loved him with almost all of my heart. One of my friends recognises my condition instantly; whenever I looked at Cristian I glowed (not literally…I think) with Lovelight-the shining happiness. She made fun of me and it hurt, but I got used to it after a while, and then the Lovelight made me start talking. Everybody knew in the end. And most of them from me.

That’s why I ran away. I didn’t want advice. I didn’t want counselling. All I wanted was Chris…

Everybody has greeted a new arrival and filed into another room now. I don’t wanna let my emoticons take over, but I do, letting tears run down my cheeks and my heart run free for a minute. On a table in this living area a jar of red flowers smashes with a loud bang. I jump out of my emotional daydream, curse and run to them. Red. Red flowers. Red for the blood when I cut myself that first time. Red for the opium poppies of deceit that my next love gave me. Red for the colours that colour-blind Chris couldn’t see. No! Stop thinking about him, you idiot. Another part of my mind yelled at me. That’s right, I tend to have arguments with myself…

I realise I still have ‘Daniel’s’ red poppies in my hand. I become upset, seeing them so dead like that, and I ran my hands gently over there heads. Slowly the flowers popped back into bloom. I crouched staring at them for a while. So, this was my life now?

The End

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