The Supreme One: Petals In The Wind

Chapter One

Staring at the rain, Zoie sat in the chair closest to the window and stared. She had been living in a small home located in Doveport, Massachusetts for the past six months - all alone. During the course of those six months, Zoie repeated every day the same.

In May, Zoie moved to Doveport for a new view and to be distant from everyone else. Realizing that she had enough of her own issues to manage, Zoie concluded that it was ideal to be away from her sisters to not deal with their issues just as her own. With no cash or a roof over her head, Zoie wound up in the center of a delightful field loaded up with red blossoms. As she drifted off to sleep in the huge field, Zoie thought of a wonderful little home enough for her. She was stunned to get up the following morning to a lovely yet little two story home sitting on the slope and after confusingly sinking into the French style home, Zoie spent the remainder of the month endeavoring to sort out her subsequent stage.

In June, Zoie made no progress in clearing her mind. Instead, she spent the entire month stocking her kitchen up with food and drinks. Knowing that she didn’t plan to leave her home anytime soon, Zoie would bring home as many items as she could by using her powers to shift the attention from her and steal as many items as possible since she had no money.

In July, Zoie started to depend intensely on liquor. She would awaken and present herself with a glass of wine or vodka as it would be the solitary thing to help facilitate the pressure. Zoie viewed herself as a disappointment, she felt that she would always be unable to interact with anyone until the end of time since she would consistently feel the urge to kill. Whenever the thought of murdering crossed her mind, Zoie would pour herself another drink and sip until she passed out. 

In August, Zoie’s sadness blossomed into anger. She could not stand the sight of herself so Zoie had shattered every mirror in the small home. Afterwards, she’d pour herself a glass of wine, drink, and lay down to stare at the moonlight. During the entire month of August, Zoie did nothing but more than drink and sleep while being surrounded by broken glass throughout the home. 

In September, Zoie celebrated her birthday alone. As she sat in complete darkness and thought about the fact that every single day felt the same, Zoie slowly felt herself falling into temptation. She had no clue as to why she always felt the need to harm someone but she was determined to fight it. As Zoie picked up a broken piece of the mirror, she stared at her reflection as black eyes stared directly back at her. Dropping the glass, Zoie turned the glass of vodka up realizing that she would always remain alone. 

In October, Zoie's psychological wellness diminished definitely. She would just leave her space to get a glass of water or shower. She would not eat, go out and appreciate the sun, or anything. Instead, she would lay in bed and stare out of the window in silence as she wished that her life would return to normal. 

In November, Zoie had reached her breaking point. After spending the first two weeks doing the same thing she had done in the last month, Zoie attempted to kill herself. She grabbed a bottle of pills that sat in the bathroom for her headaches and shoved all of them into her mouth. As she laid across her bed and shut her eyes, Zoie grinned in joy for the first time in months — she would at long last discover her tranquility. 

Sadly, Zoie awakened the next morning after swallowing twenty pills. Dropping to her knees, Zoie didn't make a sound as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She hadn’t realized that she had fallen onto the broken pieces of the mirrors until she sat down to attempt to hug her knees and blood caught her attention. 

That’s when Zoie realized that red was her favorite color. 

Placing a hand on her knees where the cuts were, Zoie sighed heavily. She had done everything in her power to not harm another person and try to bring herself peace yet nothing worked. As Zoie removed her hand and stared at her now healed knees, she received the answer to her question — she couldn’t die because she was immortal which meant she would be forever alone. Zoie spent the remainder of the month bringing her home back to its unique and excellent state. 

December had finally arrived. Zoie looked at the calendar on the wall as she placed an X over the twenty fifth of December. Setting the pen down, Zoie grabbed her cup loaded up with wine and murmured prior to taking a taste. It had been a long and difficult year for her yet she was determined to make sure that the next would not be the same even if she was to remain isolated and alone. 

“Merry Christmas, Zoie!” Zoie said as she raised the glass. “Everything’s going to be okay.”