"Flowers of Dispair"
It all started with an ordinary flower. At a first glance one could quickly figure out that this flower was a daisy. A second glance would tell you that it was a very rare type of daisy. Instantly, you would want to pick it. That is where you made your first mistake. Your second would be picking another one that looked exactly like it. Then another and another, until you had an armful. You would then tie them together with a pretty ribbon and give them to someone special.
This is what Maggie Taylor did. Her boyfriend was sick so Maggie decided to get him flowers. She found the daisies. She brought them to him. Then he changed. At first it was small changes, such as he was distracted more than usual or he didn't eat quite as much as was usual. At first Maggie didn't see anything wrong with him. However, as time went on she started to notice the small but noticible changes in her boyfriend. Dark circles appeared under his eyes, he became gaunt. He always denied that he was sick when Maggie asked about it.
One day he disappeared. Maggie looked all over for him. Eventually she turned to researching the daisy that she had brought him. It took her weeks to find out anything. When she did Maggie was distraught. The daisy caused people to fall into a deep depression, until, after weeks of fighting it, they usually ran away from home, typically into woods, and killed themselves.
Fearing for her boyfriend, Maggie immediatly ran into the woods behind the town. About twenty miles into the woods she started to smell it. The smell of blood. A few steps later she came across a tree that had a pool of blood beneath it. Maggie looked up a little and saw the shoes of the hanged person. Then she saw the pants and the shirt. Finally she reached the face. It was him.
Maggie didn't go home that night. She went to the meadow where she found the daisies. She picked at least two dozen of them.
A month later she was found in a pool of her own blood beneath her boyfriends body. She had a smile on her face.
After reading this I'm sure that you have thought about picking the flower. If you haven't, I suggest reading about the others who have died because of this flower. Not only have boy/girlfriends or lovers died from it, but parents occasionly. So next time you see this flower, a daisy called a Marguerite, please refrain from picking it. Unless of course you have a death wish.