And right there, on a cold day in the midst of winter, flowers started blossoming in her chest. A colorful garden was growing inside her, and she discovered it with a spark of curiosity reflected in her eyes. All the flowers were pretty in a unique way, and she was excited to explore each and every one of them.
Surprise dawned on her as some yellow petals fell down to her stomach, making it feel ticklish and cracking up her lips into a smile. The enchanting scent of the lovely blue flowers flew up to her mind; blurring it with a thick fog and making her feel dizzy. The pink and white flowers filled up her lungs, and even though they were beautiful, she was suffocating. Her cheeks flushed as she tried to breathe in deeply, tried to get air into her aching lungs, but didn't succeed. Oh, and those gorgeous blood-tinted flowers she loved the most started growing thorns that pierced her heart and ribs, bringing tears in her eyes. The plants were spreading in her body, their roots reaching towards her fingers and toes, stiffing her arms and legs, paralyzing her.
Something was going wrong. There were so many flowers, so many feelings, good ones overshadowed by the bad ones. She wanted them out. She wanted the calming numbness.
She tried to pull the flowers out. She tried to tear the flowers out. She tried to cut the flowers out. But nothing would work. She screamed with anger, fear and pain and dropped to her knees, desperate. She has lost a war she didn’t even know she was fighting in. And now, she has to live with the flowers every day.
When she looks in the mirror, she doesn't see herself anymore. All she sees are flowers. All of them are breathtakingly beautiful. But she knows the truth hidden behind their beauty. She knows how poisonous they are. But the others don't. The others don't see. The others don't understand. The others are being tricked by the looks, enchanted by the beauty of the flowers, just the way she was on that cold winter day.