As the Flowers Fall

Chapter 1: See Through Me

Thursday

Narrator's POV:

As the sun started its approach on the small town in Northern Montana, Lillian Moore had just begun her day. The smell of her vanilla perfume floating around her as to make her house feel more like a home in which a bright smiling family would live in. Even though for the most part that was true, Lillian had always felt as if a piece was missing in her house in the lonely mornings when her parents had already left before dawn. Having hard working parents was a blessing in times of feeling secure in their own small fortune, but, at the same time felt like a curse when she did not have many memories to feel fond of surrounding her parents. The love she felt for her parents held strong no matter how many times her heart had been broken by empty promises and being left alone one too many times.

Through the white thin curtains, the sun's rays had shone Lillian she needed to get on the road soon. Even though being a good student brought more leniency her way, she still wanted to feel like she was dependable to others. Those others who were luckily not in her dreams no more but the weight she felt sitting in her stomach soon had her feeling as if maybe today could be a skip day. Throwing on a clean white button down and some blue jeans with her tennis shoes, Lillian had put on some light makeup and combed through her blonde hair that could finally reach right above her hips. Lillian had gone through a part of her childhood having ridiculously short hair, which made her swear to grow it out when she was older. As the memory of being asked if she was a lesbian came to Lillian's mind, she couldn't help but smile. Even though it was just a stereotype and an obvious observation made to attack her hair, the stern look on her mother's face telling her it was okay if she was. Made all the insults not matter to her anymore.

As she walked out of her house the smell of roses seemed to attack all of her senses and made her dizzy. The stunning red head in front of her showed Lillian a sickly-sweet smile with venom in her green eyes. Ivy Johnson, the first girlfriend Lillian has ever had. Ivy was sweet when she wanted to be, but her true intentions were never pure.

"Hello, my sweetheart, why are you looking so down?" Ivy had inquired while taking an analyzing eye to Lillian's face.

"Oh nothing, I just thought you weren't picking me up today. You usually don't on Thursdays." Lillian replied while fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt.

Ivy always knew what Lillian was thinking about. That's what made it so easy to twist and manipulate her into doing what she wanted. Her poison slowly seeping into Lillian's blood, conforming her into a version best suited to Ivy's needs. Ivy smiled, telling Lillian that for now on she would. Taking her little hand she gave it a kiss, looking up to see Lillians eye slowly realize what she meant. Ivy was never letting her go.

Leading Lillian to Ivy's black Camaro, that her father had bought for her 16th birthday, they drove off to Hickory Hills High School. The school was full of humans but also another race, another species, another form of being none of the other students knew about. As Ivy drove, she always had her hand placed possessively over Lillian's thigh. Strumming her fingers against the steering wheel while listening to music that had Lillian blushing. Ivy knew just how to keep Lillian feeling like an immature girl in a relationship with a mature woman.

Parking and stepping out of the car Ivy grabbed Lillian's hand and lead them into the school. As people either cooed or sent jealous stares towards the couple. Ivy held a smirk on her face while Lillian lightly smiled and leaned into the safety of the girl who made her feel the weakest. Ivy seeing one of her friends, Millie, let go of Lillians hand without a second thought and disappeared around a corner. While Millie was the only one to turn around and gave a devious smile targeted towards Lillian as she quickly followed Ivy away.

Lillian's POV:

Why does she always do that? Oh wait, I know the answer, it's because I am not the most important thing in her life but yet she expects me to see her as the most important person to me. The looks the other people give me show either pity or a shocked look as to why the seemingly perfect couple appeared to be going through a rough patch. I quickly walked to my first class not enjoying the extra attention I was now receiving. Luckily being average in about everything I was able to sit in the middle. The middle, perfectly not perfect and perfectly perfect. That's what I wanted in life, being normal or average, having a successful career but also having friends and a loving family. The dream I held but also the dream that seemed to be so out of my grasp every time Ivy had walked beside me.

As the final bell began ringing, telling everyone it was time to get class started a loud ruckus of laughter and slamming against walls grabbed my attention. It was no surprise to see the group of seemingly perfect people standing in their gorgeous bodies like they were superhumans at the classroom door. How could people look like they were etched out of stone by a famous sculptor? Even though all of them were beautiful, even the guys surprisingly, the one who stood out could almost make me forget about everything I ever dreamed about. As if my breath could be sucked out of my body but as long as I had her, I could survive. And just like if she could hear my thoughts she turned and looked at me. With her bright blue eyes staring at me I automatically remembered her name.

Melanie Claudius