Mary the Flower People

Chapter 1

Mary was here.

My cousin once told me that safety comes first. Although I agree with him, it seems like he's overly serious about it. Maybe it's because he was there when his mother accidentally cut off her hands, and all the blood ended up on her clothes. She didn't wash her hands before, and she never wore an apron either. Her beautiful smooth skin was tainted with blood.

Something was moving in my bed. Not only did it make the blanket move and the pillow jump, but it was also making a horrible screaming noise. I was trying to ignore it with my hands covering my ears. While sitting at my desk I had to wonder why the teachers had to give me so much homework. The books, binders, and papers were piled up like a giant tower of doom.I wish I could recycle them right at the spot.

"Tirips! Come down and make dinner!"

"Yes, dad!"

My mother died shortly after my aunt. No one knows what happened to her that day when we found her in the basement with her arms tied up. The odd thing was that she had no hands. We couldn't find them.

Why did I just tell you about my mother, you ask?It's to explain why I have to do the cooking. Dad doesn't know how to cook, and my brother always disappear somewhere.

I came to the kitchen and realized that we have red counters. Dad was sitting at the dinner table facing the kitchen counters. The table was also red.

While cleaning the kitchen area, I asked my father: "dad, why do we have so much red in the kitchen?"

He looked up at me from the newspaper he was reading.

"Don't you remember? You chose the colour."

It took me awhile to remember the time when we repainted all the wooden furniture.

I started to wash the materials I was going to use for cooking. After that, I began washing the vegetables and cleaning the meat. Cooking is easy for me. I still remember the first time I tried to cook. I blew up the microwave, and dad had to use the fire extinguisher.