Gerard pov.




Professor Smith places his finger on the paper, marking where the first lines of the so called, 'intriguing' story begin to take place.

"The Death Flower, both a blessing and a curse, it ruined my life, but saved it at the same time."

He pauses for a moment, taking a breath and then beginning to read again.


"There once was a boy named Samuel. He was a very curious boy who enjoyed being in the

outdoors. He called the outdoors his home, and considered it much more his home more than

his actual home was. He said he just didn't belong in the world he was being forced to live in,

that he didn't fit in amongst the clone-like people of the city. He claimed to enjoy how when he

was in the woods or outdoors, he loved how the wind felt on his skin, and how the heat of the

sun slightly tinged his muscles, turning them a slight red from an occasional sunburn. He also

was different from the other boys and girls around him. Everyone knew that, even Samuel

himself. He had a different perspective on things, a different look than the other 'normal' kids

did. Instead of spending countless hours inside of their houses with their parents like the other

kids did, everyday after school, Samuel would drop his school satchel off at his small wooden

house and immediately run into the woods, not caring where he went. He knew every inch of

those woods, every branch, every blade of grass. He even took care of the animals there. If

there was an injured bird or deer, he nursed them back to health himself until they could

continue on their own. The biggest difference with Samuel however, was his lack of loyalty to

the way the people had lived their lives at the time. He didn't believe in the way the boys were

supposed to be in charge of the girls, and could do whatever they wanted to the females. He

thought it was sick, but no one but him seemed to be against it.


Professor Smith pauses again, I can see something different in his eyes when he reaches this part. Almost as if the text ahead has a different meaning than what its made to be.

He clears his throat, before beginning to speak again.


"H-he didn't agree with their values and the things he was told to do, but he wasn't allowed to

tell them because he knew he would be shunned from the town for disagreeing. They told him

that if he didn't believe in their values, he didn't have to live there. Because his whole family

was there and he had no where else to go, he kept his mouth shut. Until one day where he just

couldn't anymore. He stood up in the middle of class, and when the teacher told him to sit

down, he decided to blurt out his opinion, the same one he had been holding in for ten long

years. He spit out the words that had been sitting in the dark pit of his stomach for years and

finally let it out, feeling almost a weight lifted off of him. It felt like the world had been lifted off of

him. However, that feeling did not last long. Soon after the truest words he had ever spoken

came out of his mouth, a hand print on his face came in the blink of an eye. His teacher

smacked him across the face, leaning a hand print shaped red mark, clear for anyone to see.

He was to be punished, and punished in the harshest way. His teacher brought him to the

principles office, and was to be given a punishment. His teacher dragged him down the

hallways, a deathly grip on his right wrist. The principle scolded him even more and then called

his parents, bringing them up to the office to discuss his punishment. By the end of the

conversation, he was to be expelled from the town, banned from setting foot there. He bawled

in front of his parents and principle, begging them to lower the punishment, but to no avail.

They didn't change anything. Samuel's parents were given an option to be able to move out of

the town, but they chose to stay, leaving their son to fend for himself. This only worsened his

mood, the feeling of being betrayed by his own parents. They told him they would not live with

a son who is not perfect and would not change their whole lives for him. Samuel then stood out

of his chair and ran out of the room, leaving behind this useless town that he was now banished

out of. He didn't need them. He didn't need any of them. So he ran to the only place he knew to

go to, and the place he already considered home. The woods. He ran to his favorite spot in the

woods and sat there, trying to forget everything that happened. He looked around at the spot

through his tears and tried to calm down, when he saw an unfamiliar item in his peripheral

vision. He slowly stood up, wiping the small bits of dirt off from the back of his jeans and looked

over to the unfamiliar bit of woods he was now looking at. With each step, a new bit of land

showed up in his view. Hm. One specific item seemed to stand out. It was a rose, a black rose

with red in the middle. Its dark and glorious color seemed to stand out against all of the lush,

green, wilderness around it. He walked over to the rose, studying its features. Many thorns

adorn the stem, making it look almost deadly. He bent down and picked up the rose, carefully

avoiding the thorns. He studied the rose, a deadly grin taking over it. He looked at the rose one

more time and ran, the rose tightly in his grip. He knew exactly what to do. When he reached

the mayor of the towns house he took the rose and put it in a glass of water, setting it on the

open window of the mayor's house. He then made his way to the principle of his old schools

house, also placing a glass of water with the rose in it on an open windowsill. Then came his

final stop. His parents house. He made his way over to his old house, taking the spare key

from its hiding spot and opening the door, placing the glass on the dining table. When he

finished his mission, he sat in the middle of the town square, and waited. Waited for the news

to come. He decided to close his eyes, and soon was sound asleep in the middle of the town

square. Once he had woken up, people were surrounded around each house that he had

delivered the rose to. He walked up to the mayors house first. The mayor lay motionless on

the ground, dead. First mission out of four complete. He then walked to the principles house.

He too lay motionless on the ground, the glass in his hand and the petal gone. Mission two

complete. After, he walked to his parents house. Both of his parents lay dead on the ground,

and his heart flutters with an unfamiliar emotion. Joy. Mission three complete. Finally, he takes

whats left of the rose out of his pocket, and studies the beautiful yet deadly flower in his hand.

He blows a kiss to his parents before sticking his finger on the thorn of the flower, immediately

collapsing on the ground. Mission four complete."


Professor Smith closes the book before him, and I just stare at the book dumbfoundedly. I look at the words before me, trying to process the exact meaning of them. I feel as if I have a weird connection to them, and I can't quite put my finger on it. My eyes are wide, and I look up at Professor Smith.

"Gerard? Are you ok?" I clear my throat before getting out of my seat and running out of the classroom., leaving the school and heading straight home.

There's a meaning to this, and I have to find it.

Notes

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