Rotten Closet

I woke up the next morning. A loud screech from outside my partner was wailing and in tears. I ran as I heard them cry. Blood. It was everywhere. Bodies of dead sunflowers lay there. All of them.

They screamed at me. My partner just screamed. My temper was like my mother’s, the pain of failure hurt so much that I went too far. I couldn’t take it. I ruined everything. The dried up blood on my hands felt like even bigger evidence of what I did. How could I? I’m a monster, an even bigger one than my mother.

“We must clean this up!” My partner screams as they help me clean up my violent episode and the poor little sunflowers could be safe in the rotten closet of small angels. I was left with no sunflowers, no hope and a rotten and disgusting feeling in my stomach. The guilt will kill me one day and I deserve it.

I opened the closet already filled with rotten sunflowers. The smell always hits me first. The smell haunts me even in my sleep, the rotten flesh and the burnt bones make it hard to forget. But it’s my fault it got to this point. I hurt these innocent and ambitious flowers, who could’ve one day been better than me or anyone.

Sitting one last time on the porch of a playground of mine full of emptiness, no more sweet laughter or running around or looking up at the sun hopping for another day. It is my end like my sweet sunflowers.

Later that night, we took poison. Like the way we poisoned our children, who just wanted a home. I feel guilt for not taking the consequences of my actions, but I’m a coward to face what I did. I couldn’t look at those angel faces and what I did to them. I just couldn’t, but I deserve it. I deserve to be hated, to be hanged by the masses, rocks thrown at me. I deserve all that, but I’m a coward, a sad, pathetic coward, who neglects her sunflowers, her children and then buries them in the closet so they rot and smell. I shaped myself this way to go from guilt to accepting my own selfish actions.

Bubbles formed in my mouth as I looked at the emptiness of my adoption center, the smell of my flowers filled th building. I’m faint, but that is okay. I will face this poison in my body. I started this, and I will finish it by suffering myself just for a minute.

“Sunflower”, a local adoption center, has been run down and closed for investigation. Further information is censored for the readers.