• Sitting in the car going home from school I think to myself, "Why?". Across my lap is a single pink carnation. Pink carnations represent friendship..but who it's from isn't friendly at all. I've never felt such hatred towards something so lovely and thoughtful, but the hatred is so strong now that I feel as if I'm living in a world of no color. No color in the sky, no color in my hair..just gray; everywhere. Why would he give me this flower if he has been so cruel. Name calling is one thing, but there is so much worse than that. It's simple: I can't explain how much I need my true love at this moment. My protector. My real valentine. But all hope is lost. He left long ago; never to return. Perhaps I should rip the petals off this burden and throw it out the window..but something restrains me to do that. I might even cry if I let the flower slip from my hand and watch it fly by me only to land on the wet, muddy, dirt road below. Besides, it isn't the flower's fault that it rests upon my lap. I'm sure if it had the choice it would be in a garden somewhere beautiful, bright and tropical. But no, it's the giver of this flower who broke my heart; the one who breaks promises; and when he sleeps, he lays in a bed full of heartbreak, where I have once was laying with him, yet it does not seem to effect him. One day I will be the one to break his hurtful intensions, and release the darkness in his heart. Maybe I could set him free, after all, it is me who has turned him to be such a man. I will save him; because if I don't..who will?