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flora doesn't know where she is.
she paces around in a circle for what feels like hours. maybe it is, she can't tell. the sun set a little while ago, but she didn't really register it.
she's occasionally heard a voice calling out for her, probably telling her to stop because there was a trail of red following her, but she didn't pay attention. she's seen blue and yellow and green and blue again and almost every color imaginable try to talk to her, but she carries on.
she can't recall if she's eaten or not in the past... however long she's been pacing. probably not. it doesn't matter.
flora fell over. her legs have stopped, but she doesn't try to leave her patch of grass. some...thing? someone? runs over to her, but it's just a blob of nothing. somewhere in her head she registers the feeling of a warm hand against her shoulder, but she stays oblivious.
the blob stays by her. she knows it's someone, but she can't decipher who. her vision has gotten cloudy, colors mixing into eachother and making disgusting visuals. she chooses to close her eyes instead.
she feels almost at peace. calm. she decides to ignore the almost painful itching inside her skin. that's not important to her. what is important, however, is the sudden bangs from nowhere as the moon hits the middle of the sky.
flora flinches, her body trembling as she tries to find the source of the noise. she can't. if she can't see, what makes her think she can find it? oh well. the noises mush together in a horrendous cacophony that pierces through her skull, trying to split it in half.
distantly, she hears bottles breaking and metal clashing and yelling, which really just don't help. after... time? some time? maybe a few minutes, she stop thinking. not entirely, but she turns her brain off for a bit. it's probably already been off.
everything fades out again, and she can hear some other voice. why won't everyone just.. shut up?
this voice is familiar, though. flora's mother. why can she hear her inside of her head? it's hard to decipher what mother nature says, but she gets the general idea.
"What's wrong? Why do you look so unwell? Do you know you're bleeding?" stupid questions asked by a stupid woman.
flora doesn't respond. she doesnt want to waste her words on some insolent excuse of a mother who took advantage of her at her worst. never again. she knows her creator too well.
vines crawl around her body, poking at every little cut and wound, but she blocks them out. it's difficult to block them out. why? maybe she'll never know. that would be unfortunate. maybe it's because they're created by her creator. something like that.
it's hard for flora to stay awake here. it's warm and comfortable and basically the perfect place to sleep at. mother nature encourages her to rest, but not fall asleep. who knows what would happen if she did? well, probably mother nature.
flora forces herself awake. the vines have gone away and she's back in the normal world. the sun has risen. well, she can't see it, but everything is brighter through the haze of her vision.
the sounds of animals and insects in the grass have vanished. that's not good. she moves her hand around the grass to try and stir up the life, but she sees red coating it. lots of red. probably not good.
she stands up, only halfway passing out, and continues to walk in a circle. her brain is disconnected from the world again as she paces. the life eventually starts up again, buzzing and chirping and just... noise.
the noise covers up footsteps as they approach and the sounds of people borderline yelling at her to wake up. how can they not see that she is awake? it's kind of insane.
eventually, she's lifted off her feet. someone grabs her shoulders and someone else carries her legs. it's a weird feeling. she feels as if she's floating, only anchored down by the people on either side of her.
she lands on a bed. her bed, she thinks. that would make the most sense. it's a little uncomfortable, some dried blood crackling faintly underneath her weight. after a bit, she winces as cold water is pressed against wounds and cuts she didn't even realize she had gained. that's bad.
after the cold goes away, it's dulled just a little bit by bandages being wrapped around her body. the two blobs above her speak in lower tones to each other, something about how unwell she looked---what is it with people and commenting on that?!---and how she was basically just skin and bone at this point.
the blobs left the room after... however long. flora is finally alone again. she closes her eyes again, humming a little bit to herself as she waits for something to happen. anything, really. nothing does for a while.
flora feels warm again. scarily so. she's not supposed to feel this warm, probably. she feels light, lighter than a feather, really. she could feel eyes burning holes into her skull, but not in a menacing manner. probably mother nature again. she simply stays there, letting the unfamiliar feelings wash over her.
as she opens her eyes again, she's met with light that almost blinds her. she couldn't tell if it was from her own vision or the place she was transported into. maybe just a mix of both.
mother nature stares down at her, unmoving or speaking. her prescence feels wrong, like she's mad, almost.
"I gave you a perfectly good body. Why did this happen? Was it your own foolishness? Or someone else's?" she sounded stern, definitely mad. flora opened her mouth to speak, only a pathetic breath coming out as her lungs failed.
as her lungs failed, so did the rest of her body. her eyes stopped, she could barely feel anything, her body collapsed under it's own weight, and the rest of her organs shut down.
flora tried to gasp for air again, ending up with a mouth full of blood, trickling down onto the invisible floor. her body fell over onto itself as her brain finally, truly, slowed down and stopped.
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Minerva
Flora
Rest In Peace
The sun shined brighter when you were here.