Whispers in the Flowers

Iris extends her hands up to the blue sky. Clenching her fist with so much strength that her blood circulation slowed down.

"I swear I am going to kill them!! I swear!" 

Tears continued rolling down, tears of fear and anger.

Iris begins imagining how they are going to experience worse. How to make their life worse. Her first thought is to rip their limbs part by part or to steal the people they care for the most and make them beg for their release only for them to arrive dead.

Iris' brain is out of control; she is declaring war on the enemies. She needs to see them sad. Her whole young system begs it.

Iris' mental collapse lasted a few minutes before she came back to reality. 

She released her numb hand, and the weight of the situation began hitting her.

She had such confidence, but now she feels completely unprepared. She has no idea who she is supposed to fight. No idea how strong they are, how large they are, how evil they are, and in general she has no idea of anything related to the outside world.

Throughout Iris' entire life, she has lived in a major city. 

The city is covered with angels from different places, all united to love and protect the beings from other worlds. 

The city radiated beauty; the flowers bloomed beautifully, and the smell of sweetness and flowers was everywhere. The architecture combined nature and the brilliant minds of many architects from other worlds.

However, Iris is in a strange room. The houses and angels that are normally present in every place are nowhere to be seen. Only flowers are present.

Iris sits up; her eyes illuminate due to the beauty of the flowers. She feels conflicted. She wants to cry, but she wants to quietly appreciate the movement of the flowers.

The wind is increasing, making her hair resemble that of his mother, moving in sync with the flowers.

"Mom. If you are watching, doesn't this look beautiful?" Tears begin swelling up. "It would have been incredible to have a picnic here with all of us like a family." Iris can't contain her emotions.

She begins imagining how her family could be here enjoying the beautiful breeze while picking the most beautiful flowers to create a crown for Iris to wear.

The more she imagines this beautiful image, the lower and lower her mental health goes. She wants to have a place to feel protected, a place where nothing is wrong and everything and everyone is happy.

The refreshing breeze suddenly halts, leaving Iris with the realization that she is all alone in a place where there appears to be no end.

Fear begins creeping in on her; the fear of being alone increases each second she looks around and there are only flowers.

Iris feels that something wrong is happening. 

She looks up and begins to notice that there are no clouds, sun, or any type of shapes in the sky. The heart-shaped moon is Iris' favorite to see in the sky, but there is nothing but a spotless, almost artificial sky. 

Desperate to find a way out, Iris stands up to see if she sees any door or any clue to leave this place.

Iris begins running around; her small legs smoothly pass through the flowers. A tickling sensation in her feet begins increasing her joy. 

The wind begins to move at the right speed, a speed so relaxing that every movement feels perfect. 

The more she runs around passing her hands through the beautiful flowers, her white silk dress seemingly flowing as she moves.

Iris begins forgetting about her current situation; all she feels is joy. Her young brain is trying its best to increase its dopamine to calm itself down from the shock.

After running to her heart's content, she falls down on a patch of red flowers. Her face is full of joy, smiling and laughing as if there is nothing wrong.

"That was very fun!! Mom, did you see!!" Iris sits down, her face youthfully smiling.

Whoosh

Iris's whole demeanor changes as the hard realization settles in. She rolls herself in the fetal position.

Her face, full of joy, returns to a face full of sadness and desperation.

"It is so lonely here. How long do I have to be here? I want my mom." Iris's eyes become teary.

"Mom, I miss you. I want to tell you how you are the best mom of all time. I never told you how much I missed you every day I left to go to school. I never told you how you are perfect."

Iris cried herself to sleep; the amount of energy she wasted running hit her.

…

Iris wakes up, her eyes red from all the crying. She suddenly jolts up to see if everything is a dream.

Iris's face showed visible disappointment.

"I want to leave. I want to go back home."

Iris lays back down; the tickling flowers regain her spirits a little more.

She rips a five-petaled flower. She begins appreciating the beauty of the flower, rolling it and smelling it.

"What a beautiful red petal. It reminds me of my mom's hair color. You will be called Flowermom." Iris giggled. "Do you like it, Ms. Flower? I mean Ms. Flowermom?" 

She rips out a six-petaled flower.

"You will be named Mr. Dadflower." 

She giggled, her innocence shining in a time of darkness.

She grabs both petals and puts them in her beautiful long hair. 

"There you will always be with me."

Iris stands up and is alerted by a sudden but slow change in the color of the room.

The once-vibrant room is becoming a little darker than usual.

"Is someone there!? I need help!" 

"..."

The room gradually became darker and darker until the change became noticeable enough to cause Iris's heart rate to increase.

Iris's palms become sweaty and her legs weaker once she begins hearing a quiet sound. A sound that no flower can produce.

The sound became louder and louder as the room became covered by the smoke, limiting visibility.

Iris' heart sank after she could recognize the sounds as a song. 

Iris looked everywhere to know where the song came from, but the sound became louder to a point where all she could hear were the lyrics.

"Through the petals, through the thorns, a melody of shadows is born…"

Iris fell on the ground, covering her ears, but the sound grew so overwhelming that no matter how much strength she put into covering her ears, the song continued.

"Whispers in the smoke. A call for you full of sorrow, a hymn of pain…"

Tears streamed down her face the more and more intense the song became. 

"Sleep, little Iris, sleep so deep. The shadows sing the shadows remember."

Iris's heart stopped, her face full of terror. She has never felt such intense fear in her entire life. Throughout her whole body, warning signs began ringing intensely—a warning to run away before it was too late.

Thump!!

Thump!!