Anna felt something tickle her face and
smacked at the offending object as she slowly awoke. She pushed her
face deeper into her pillow and slowly stretched her limbs out on the
bed. The first few moments of waking were always the best. The
warmth and the feel of her body languidly moving. Before her eyes
even opened she smelled them. And fear shot straight through her
body.
The cloying smell of roses permeated
her room. She started to feel them sticking to her naked skin. Oh,
God, no. James did not...the thought was cut off as her eyes
popped open and saw exactly what her boyfriend of one year had done.
There were roses everywhere. Petals on
the bed, on the floor, bouquets on every available surface. A huge
heart shaped box was sitting on the bed beside her. Her eye twitched.
Anna hated Valentine's Day. Maybe she had time to take the pills.
She raced from the bed and looked in the mirror.
Too late. It had already started. Her
long brown hair was tangled around her, mascara from yesterday had
smeared down her cheek in what looked like a melted raccoon's eyes.
And the blotches. One on her cheek. Another on her neck. Her shoulder
sported a welt.
Having been allergic to roses all of
her life she knew what lay in store for her. First came the blotches and
welts. Then came the swelling. Her eyes, her lips. By the time this
was over she was going to look like a raccoon version of Quasimodo.
Her alarm went off. Music blaring about knowing he was trouble and
Anna rolled her eyes.
She glared at the beautiful pink rose
bouquet that stood between her and the mirror and reached over to
push them off her dresser. She turned back to the bed and slowly made
her way back to the poisonous bed, reached out and snatched the box.
Chocolate. She could at least have that, right? Nope. She pulled the
box open and there was the most gorgeous red, strapless dress she had
ever seen. A dress she couldn't wear. Due to the welt she felt
puffing up on her left ass cheek. And the one now spreading across
her right breast. She sighed deeply and tried dodging the petals
spread across the floor, stepping on them as she tip toed her way to
the door. Anna stumbled from her room and sighed with relief. She
opened her eyes and drew in a sharp breath.
Everywhere. He spared no expense. Left
no stone unturned. Roses were everywhere. Their petals were scattered
down her hall, what she could see of her living room was now a
florist shop with every color, size and type of rose. Her house was
going to kill her. Her twitching eyelid began to feel heavy.
It appeared swelling would come early.
Happy f'ing Valentine's Day, she thought sarcastically.
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Two hours later, Anna was sitting in a
tub of hot water trying not to scratch. She scrubbed the tub after
she had found a bath drawn with the dreaded petals floating in the
water. She cried as she her skin began to sting before she had even
sat down in the hot, steamy bath.
Anna sat still with her knees drawn up
to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. This is probably
the worst case of the hives she had ever experienced. Anna remembered
the last episode she had had, it had been many years ago. Her first week
of college and her room mate had turned out to be a nightmare.
“Gothic” was a fluffy way to describe Vivian. Vivian was very
much her own person. The walls had been plastered with posters of
pentagrams and other occultist things that Anna had never seen before
that day. Images of sacrificial virgins and chicken blood popped into
Anna's head and she had started to cry. Vivian just looked at her
like she was a crazy person before walking over and hugging her. And
that had been when Anna smelled it. Rose Water. Vivian, marshmallow
that she turned out to be, washed all of her laundry in Rose Water,
she even used it on her hair. Within 10 minutes Anna had been a
blotchy mess.
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