This week's Character of the Week is our Flower. Flower, please tell us about your world.
My name is Flower.
I don’t… I’m uncomfortable with talking much but, well, I talk here more than I do anywhere else so… that’s why I said I’d try to stick with being sociable for a bit.
The invite hurt - I don't mean to be quiet like deliberately but, my head throbs when I have to think of words to say. I can feel them in my head, and in my mouth sometimes, but I can't always make them come out (I feel them stretch behind my temples - like lines of pain - weird). Sometimes people here are just so happy I have to squint so I can read the words and follow. I've done the banging my head on the floor bit and I don't want to go back to it - hurting on the outside might be easier to deal with but it hurts too. I did talking before - can't imagine what I spent all day saying but I know I used to do that.
Anyway, I live in a place with grass, water, gorse bushes and heather. I see more golden eagles here than people.
My Great Uncle Will is my f-amily now… since – but, well – whatever.
There’s only one other croft I can see from our cottage: James and Sam’s Dad – that’s Tom - lives there with Egg’s (Edward) Dad – that’s John - and the boys. The brothers won’t shut up and the other makes me sound talkative. I’m supposed to home school there. Egg ‘draws’ – but I don’t think it’s educational to graffiti. The other two live to learn – most of the time I don’t want to do either.
I reached 16 a while ago – not a celebration – not something I wanted to do – it happened anyway – that’s time for you.
I had two friends I would have tried to walk on water, or through fire, for – they crossed over the road when they saw me after my Mum d – did that thing.
I have trouble with the dark – it was dark that evening when the car that was overtaking her thought better of it and ploughed my Mum’s car into a tree. She didn’t d__ right then – she made time to send me messages on her mobile. I got them next morning at Joy’s (the fosters - not literally, The Fosters – but you know). There was the dinner text that she must have sent before she left work, and the two with shit spelling that said the other stuff – I can’t even think of the words to explain what I did then.
I don’t eat or sleep – and I definitely avoid doing the two later in the day – I dream bad dreams of Mum being gone but worse ones when I think she’s still with me – I wake up vomitting – and no it isn’t my idea of a good idea.
My Mum was sharp-smart, funny, energetic, loving, strict and moral (I was going to mention messy – but that’s not a quality) - she called me Petal for short!
I had to think of things for discussion so –
What would you say are your best and worst qualities?
How can you survive the unsurvivable?
(Note: this is an everybody post.)