Weeds in the Garden of Eden

This is an origional story based off of my own personal experience with this plotand exaggerated to the point of oblivion but it is still good as hell. I hope you like it.

The days were longs as they were boring during my high school years. Friends flew in and out of my life as quick as I could blink and I never thoughtonce to tie them down to me. Memories fade as time flies by, delivering an age old remedy curing pain, despair and loss. Time heals all as they say. Who ever thought that I would be the one to preach such words now.

Life to me was a roller coaster ride I only wished had come to the climax. I hated the bumps, loops and turns I was thrown into and I must say I was never a fan of heights. My life, though smooth compared to others, has never experienced a sense of loss, despair or pain.

Its only too true that I have had the occasional scrape on the knee or bruises to the elbow, but such was life. I’ve had friends cry over their dramatic lives and relationship problems and I only being too glad it was not me in their situation.

The fates must have hated me. I spoke too soon.

Freshman year strolled right through my door, forcefully waking me from my naive reality with its’ cold water. I would soon be drenched from head to toe, cold and miserable. Just to put things at an even fate decided to turn up the air, my once warm body did a drastic spiral to an end even I could not see.

As it would be I am a girl with the ‘raging hormones’ and wondering if this is the year that I will have some form of companionship with a boy. Days turned into weeks and weeks to months, and all too soon the boy next to me in Spanish looked all too different.

The change of light I saw him in was a bright white, basking him in a pale glow. I could only call him a god, perfection in every way I could find. I was blind to his defects and faults, even the lack of rolling his R’s was cute and thus added to his perfection.

This crush of mine grew and grew like a rose in a garden I just started to plant. I watered and fed it every day with his presence. The green stem grew thick and leaves started to sprout catching each droplet of water and sun only he could provide. And yet this rose was all but a bud, still in its infancy and unready to bloom. My rose had an obstacle to overcome. The harsh and cold reality of winter.

The winter was fast approaching and I could do nothing about it. I didn’t even know I could have a winter, especially one so cold.

My rose stayed as a bud for a long time that year. I never wished to coax her to open and reveal the beauty she would give. I did not want to open and reveal my feeling to him yet, too afraid my petals would be ripped and the stem chopped to small pieces before it was uprooted by me to save myself the pain. I did not wish to see her die, so I kept her as a bud waiting for him to open her, I knew if he did the color would be all the more bright.

I had just come back from lunch when my crush walked into the room laughing with the other males in the class. The group was joking, pushing and lightly punching each other on the arm. When he sat down in his desk next to mine I turned to him, slightly determined to get in a good word, to put my self out there.

I didn’t see the warning signs then, his flushed face, the far away look or the grin that would not leave his lips. I didn’t see any of this.

He turned to me and told me to: “Guess what!”

Guess what! Those two words are always followed by something you would normally least expect. I decided to toy with him for a little while. I knew then that something must have happened during lunch because I was not there with him. I was forced into the library for research on my history project, it had taken the whole lunch hour and I didn’t get to see anyone.

I finally decided to give in: “What?”

The words that came out of his mouth then would stir something in me for a long time. I would view many people differently and from then on out my own friend would be turned against me.

I went home to cry that night. My winter had come and my rose did not survive. She wilted and froze. Her delicate velvet petals frozen in a crystal cell forever to be mourned. No matter how frozen she was her roots were still planted within my very heart. I knew I would have to pull her out some time but I wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

My best friend had betrayed me in the most cruel of ways. My crush was no secret to her and yet she somehow conveniently forgot of my existence for two short kisses with my god.

I found out only days later when I revealed my feelings to my crush that he had known all along of my rose. He had me dancing on a string like a marionette. He would play his tune and I would dance accordingly. I was no puppet to be played with.

My little bud was given a proper sendoff and burial in the depths of my mind. She would occasionally pop up to the forefront of my thoughts every now and then when I feel the all familiar butterfly in my stomach or flutter of my heart.

My friend was the weed and winter of my rose, my garden of Eden. That one seed of hope had blossomed and grew only to be ripped away and trampled on.

Forever I will remember her and her betrayal.

I hope from now on that my garden shall be weed free and the winters only a mild nip, easily lived through. One day I shall see to it that one rose in my garden blooms in beautiful colors. A lasting rose, surviving every winter and weed.