From nowhere, Flower met herself sleeping amidst the snow filled ground somewhere in Alaska, Juneau. She was wearing a casual clothing, her hairs were instrew and disgregated around her pretty face. The place appeared as bone-chilling as ever. Snowflakes kept falling non-stop upon her sleeping face, and marks of profoundly attempted wounds were sparsely decorating her face and other body parts. Some part of her clothes had been ripped off harshly.
Subitaneously, Flower flounced her eyelids open and haggardly but rapidly got up from her sleeping position. Then she claimed a sitting position. She gripped her bleeding elbow with her other hand. Flower whimpered as her body began to accommodate the pain that her body was showcasing.
She gasped!
And as though she was abruptly frightened about something or by someone, Flower sedulously scurried herself upward and stood up on her two feets.
Then she began to runaway forcefully, constantly glancing backwards every now and then as if to say that someone whom she dreaded was chasing after her with a diabolical intention and the will to harm her.
She panted and snorted profusely as she perpetuate running forward.
Although it was raining snow, however, her sweats kept sliding down as though she was running a marathon to break a Guinness world record.
Flower scampered immersely towards a thick forest, then she hide behind one of the enormous trees that was present there, grunting and panting.
Her frail heart accelerated passionately and her fragile body was trembling and submerged in dread.
The next moment. Out of nowhere, Anthony appeared in front of Flower like a gust of wind with a penetrating glowing red eyes. His hands were integrated with fresh bloods and his mouth sides were coalesced with fresh blood too. On his lips a detrimental smirk was present there and in his hands he firmly clenched a sharp knife which was coalesced with fresh red blood.
One could clearly discern evil intentions from his demeanor and body language. His emrald coloured eyeballs were obediently stagnant as though he doesn't blink. His gaze penetrated Flower's soul, almost breaking them into pieces.
Flower gasped!
Her mouth were left agaped as they refused to close. Her trembling body became intensed and her fear became more overwhelming than before. She pointed her hand towards Anthony and with all the courage she could muster up, she spoke with a quivering voice;
"You…! Stay away from… me! You…you… monster!"
"Don't you dare come any closer… you will regret this I promise you! I won't spare…!"
Flower's words were pervaded by Anthony who with full acceleration velocitize nearer to Flower and pierced the knife deep into Flower's chest with excess force.
"Ahhh!"
Flower rooped up in dread as her whole life flashed before her eyes.
Then hastily. Flower scurried herself upwards. This was when she realized that she was still in the room and that everything that transpired with Anthony was just the illusion that were created by her brain when sleeping due to the hatred and fear she had towards him. This was the reason for her horrible nightmare, it seems Anthony wasn't presently only haunting her in reality, now it seems that he had also found a way to terrify her in her dreams too.
Flower screamed until she was now assuming a sitting position on the bed. She panted profusely.
Her eyes rotated around the room to assure herself that indeed it was just a nightmare. Then soon she reasoned that it was just her imaginations that was playing a prank on her, since people often say that whatever caused one abundant fear in reality will end up haunting one in the dream state too.
Regina was also in the room with Flower, she was sitting on the fluffy sofa as always—definitely to keep an eye on Flower in order to make sure that she wouldn't attempt suicide again—and to be there for her incase she needed anything urgently. Regina was sitting on the sofa and was indulge in knitting as her fingers were skillfully fondling two knitting needles with perfection, and two balls of yarns were occasionally dangling on the tiled floor, lessening in size every seconds as Regina kept knitting.
At least this was what Regina was indulge in before she heard Flower who was sleeping soundly beforehand sudden scream with vehemency. Regina without a second thought dropped the knitting needles and embroidery down beside her and prompted towards Flower who was still overwhelmed with dread.
Regina calmly sat beside Flower. She slowly caressed her hairs lovingly, "Young Lady, are you alright? Did something happen? Or did you have a nightmare?" Regina asked.
Flower panted with intensity as bundles of sweats dripped down from her face even when the weather was at its coldest. Flower struggled to make out some words out of her state of astonishment.
"I…I had a… oh heavens," she swallowed her spit causing her throat to hurt like mad, but it was not as hurtful as that of yesterday. Flower whimpered in pain, even so, she made sure to continue her sentence, "…I had an awful nightmare when I was asleep."
"A nightmare?" Regina raised an eyebrow. She smiled, then continued, "I'm sorry about that. It must be because you cried yourself to sleep, people often say that if you sleep sadly, then it's likely that you would have a bad nightmare. But Young Lady, don't worry, it was just a nightmare. You're going to be fine and soon you will forget about it," she guaranteed.
"And Young Lady. Look on the bright side. I'm sure you haven't noticed that your voice is back and you can speak perfectly once again."
After hearing what Regina just informed her about. This was when Flower realized that damn straight her voice was truly back and now she could complain, cry and nag once again without hindrance. Flower didn't really know how to feel about this, immediately after she heard Regina's voice, she attempted to talk again.
"Flower!" She said her name. Now that she had tested it herself once again, she now realized that her voice was absolutely back.
A grin spontaneously lightened up on her adorable face. Mere words couldn't explain how happy she was about this, the lost of her voice was mostly part of the reasons why she had attempted to take her life, now that her voice was back her somber mood were now flourishing with joy.
Flower removed the annoying cervical collar which she dreaded from her neck, she determinedly tossed it aside like a piece of shit. She grinned more and presently she had now forgotten about the awful nightmare which had once haunted her not too long ago. She was accurately overjoyed by her voice.
Regina saw that after she had informed Flower about the revival of her lost voice that Flower had became overjoyed and her mood had brightened up. Therefore she smiled too and got up from the bedside to give Flower some room in order to be able to decipher all that was transpiring in her mind.
Regina then went back towards the sofa and sat down back. She then resumed her needlework just like before. Not forgetting to keep an eye on Flower incase she goes through any mood swings once again.
Flower took in a deep breath. She smiled beauteously and elevated herself from the bed. She uplifted the duvet from her body and gathered it aside. This was when Flower noticed that there was a red bouquet on her bed just inches away from her body.
"Huh!" She was a little confused about it.
She gripped it and moved it closer to herself and placed it in her laps. Her eyes trailed the pleasant sweet-smelling bouquet of red roses on her laps. She caressed it with her hands, this made the nylon that was covering it to rumble. Flower then glanced towards Regina.
"Who sent this?!" Flower asked. Although she had a slight guess about who might have sent it, notwithstanding, she still wanted to create assurance for herself before she began assuming things. Besides, it might've been that it was Regina who made it for her to cheer her up.
Regina looked towards Flower, her eyes scanned the bouquet on Flower's laps. "You mean the bouquet, right?" Since Flower wasn't being specific about what she was asking, Regina also wanted to make sure that it was the bouquet that she was talking about.
Flower nodded a reply, "Yes."
"Young Master came here this morning and dropped it for you before going out. He was also responsible for healing your throat," Regina stated, "Although, your throat might still hurt a little bit. But I'm sure the pain must've lessen and it wouldn't be as painful like that of yesterday."
Flower frowned trivially. Eventhough it was Anthony that was responsible for helping her to regain her voice back, nonetheless, he was also the reason behind the loss of it in the first place. So therefore, Flower had nothing to be thankfully for him about. In any case Anthony was the one who was suppose to apologize to her.
"Scoundrel!" Flower mumbled groggily. Flower didn't need to wonder about how Anthony managed to heal her throat to the extent of her being able to talk freely now. She already knew that since Anthony was a werewolf, then perhaps his werewolf abilities must have been the reasons behind her quick recovery.
She pouted her lips, then she brought the bouquet close to nose. Although she had perpetual resentment towards Anthony, but still, Flower couldn't help but find the scent of the bouquet abundantly pleasing to the nose.
Flower ripped off the nylon that came with the bouquet so as to get a better smell of its scent. With that done, she then noticed that something was attached beside the bouquet of flowers.
'A note?!' She thought.
She amusedly picked up the small red note and inspected it thoroughly. She read which was written in front of it in her head.
In front of the note was written 'from Anthony to his woman'. Flower couldn't help but feel a little bit infuriated by the word 'woman'. However, other than feeling infuriated about Anthony's note, she was also slightly excited to read what has been written inside the note. Flower instantaneously began to wonder what that good-for-nothing deep shit scoundrel could have written in the inner part of the note.
Flower flipped open the red coloured tiny note. Then she began reading what was inside it in her mind once again;