Chapter 1: Fears do come true

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Kat Pov:

"Bye girls, have fun!" I said to my friends as I walked out of the school, I was supposed to be going with Shark to the arcade today but he and his best friends Ryan and Sabre need him, so we decided to go again another time.

I walked by saying good bye to a few other friends like Riley and Goldy on the way back home, my mind start to go somewhere else as I walked by house by house. I been thinking, I'm in grade eight now, the future coming faster then I thought and soon enough I be a adult. What am I going to do, the world a scary place....

"Your so funny!"

I snap back into Reality when I hear a girl and a boy giggle at the park I just got to, when I turned to see who it was I immediately regret it. She kiss his cheek and they were holding hands as they walked away, I bet they didn't even notice me behind them. W-well as long as he happy, as long as their happy I been okay. I thought as I watched Tony and Skye leave.

I made sure not to cry specially because I'm out in public and continue to walk home but on the way there I start to cough, and cough and cough until I start to feel something inside my throat clawing it way out of me. But then for some reason I cough out a small flower petal. I was so confused, did I just cough out a petal? My throat was still burning and I was so confused, maybe I should hurry up and get home. I continues to walk home but coughed a few more time on the way there and my throat starts to burn even more. When I made it home I ran straight to the bathroom, I start to feel the warm tears come again. Ignoring the tears falling down my face I looked at the Mirror and try to take a good look inside to see if I can figure out why a orange rose petal came out my mouth, maybe it was all in my head but then why is my throat burning like hell? So many warm tears fell onto the sink, I'm crying from the burning feeling but also from a heart break.

'I really need to move on, this is starting to get ridiculous' I thought to myself

But then I felt a sudden pain in my throat and start having a coughing fit, I covered my mouth and try to get some water from the sink. When I got to the sink and remove my hands I noticed there was blood on my hands and some starting to get to the sink. Then out of nowhere I started to cough up flowers petals again, orange bloody flowers petals.

"W-what the hell?" I yelled freaking out.

I went down on my knees facing my toilet as I felt a feeling again in my throat but this time it felt like there were thorns poking the inside of my throat. I start to vomit into my toilet but instead of puke a orange bloody rose came out of my mouth and before it could fall into the toilet I grabbed it, but I couldn't take a look since one more orange bloody rose along with a few petals came out. This went on for two more minutes and by the time it stopped, there where bloody orange flowers petals everywhere and some even on me.

I was very exhausted

"Honey am home!" My mother yelled from down stair closing the front door.

"B-be right t-there!" I yelled-ish as I start to clean up everything,

I threw the bloody roses into the toilet and wipe the blood, after wiping the blood I also threw the bloody wipes into the toilet and flush it. I wipe my hands and arms, and wash my face. I didn't really have to change my shirts cause there was only a little on me surprising and was very easy to clean off so no one would notice.

You would think I would tell someone about this, and normally I would, but ever since Sam came to are school she been nothing but a jerk! She bully me everyday and tell me no one would care if I die, she also said Tony would never like someone like me cause 'everyone hates a stuttering and useless Bitch' is what she told me. Guess she was true....

I ran down stairs and welcome my mother home with a fake smile, as if nothing happened at all.

M-maybe I asked Lizzy if she knows anything about......what just happened.

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