Death is a Bunch of Flowers

College is strange enough. It's a new atmosphere for new attendees, but this college is even stranger. The main characters find themselves stuck in a murder mystery type of dilemma, with the only way to leave the scene destroyed. Their classmates are dropping dead, with an unknown reason, or killer, but one thing is for sure: the killer is not completely human.


7. Confession Session

As the months went on, the days grew shorter and the nights longer, the temperature dropping gradually, until the ground was constantly covered in snow. The four friends became closer together as they worked together to keep Travis and Dante's forms contained, eventually becoming better at it. The hunt for them had been called off once the snow arrived, as that was when they could contain their forms better. They had spent most of their days together, hanging out constantly, along with each of them making new friends. Winter break was nearing, and students were allowed to leave the college to go home and visit their families. 

Nicole was packing her suitcase to leave for the train station, excited to see her parents and older brother again. Katelyn was not going home, but instead, her younger brother was coming to visit her on campus. She wanted nothing to do with her dad. Nicole had offered to take her home with her family, as they wouldn't mind, but she had refused. She wouldn't want to take away from Nicole's time with her family, and wouldn't change her mind, no matter how many christmas cookies Nicole offered her. 

Travis was in a similar situation as Katelyn. He had no intentions of going home to his dad, but he was also offered to go with Dante to see his parents and older brother again. He also refused, deciding to spend time at campus to catch up on school, and since he knew Katelyn would be here as well, he wanted to keep her company.

After saying goodbye to Nicole and Dante as they rode to their homes together, Katelyn and Travis chatted on the way back to her dorm room to hang out. They went from school work to friends to parties to students. They came upon the topic of crushes as they sat on the couch, discussing how they had thoughts of Nicole and Dante crushing on each other. They both agreed that their two friends most likely were interested in each other.

As they discussed the crushes, Travis had considered telling he had soft feelings for her as well, but decided against it for the time being. He wasn't sure if he had a crush, or was just close with her. 

"Oh, speaking of people liking people, some guy in my fighting class asked me out," she mentioned casually, instantly drawing his attention from his thoughts. 

"Who? When?" he asks, listening closely. 

"Just some guy in my class, no big deal," she told him, brushing it off an unimportant with a wave of her hand. "Of course I said no, I don't just go on dates with people when they randomly ask me."

Travis let go of his held breath, relieved. "Good, or else I would've had to tell him that you're too good for him," he replied, only half joking. Luckily, she didn't catch on, and she chuckled.

"Funny, real funny," she responded as she tucked her fallen bangs behind her ear again. 

"I try!" Travis exclaimed, jokingly striking a proud pose, reacting in Katelyn laughing again.

"You're such an idiot," she chuckled in amusement, shaking her head. He knows she means it kindly.

"Well, I know... but, just because I'm curious, why aren't you going home for break?" he asked her seriously. She looked up at him again, wondering why he wanted to know, but figuring it was just an innocent question.

"Well, I don't like most of my family," she told him simply. He nodded, understanding. 

"I get it, I really do..." he admitted, smiling at her. She smiled back, doubting he understood the way she did, but figuring it wouldn't hurt to explain.

"Wait here," she told him as she stood, stretching, and walked into her room, coming back a minute later with things in her hands.

Around her neck was a necklace with a fire emblem on it. She was always wearing it, but she never showed the emblem, only the silver chain. She was holding the framed photo of her family that was always by her bedside table as well as a beautiful silver flute.

"Might as well explain why I don't like my family," she informed him before handing him the photo. "That's me, my little brother, my dad, and... my mom." She pointed at each family member as she named them, hesitating at her beautiful mother. 

"You're so cute as a little kid..." Travis noticed, observing each family member. He looked up at her as she hesitated, wondering why.

"Yeah... well, I lost my mom when I was four, and my brother was three... There was a fire, and... she died protecting me and Kacey..." she explained, pointing to her and her little brother, both with matching blue hair, as the whole family did. 

Travis's heart sank, hearing her so sad. "I'm really sorry for you... but I understand... I lost my mom too..." he admitted, having horrible flashes of memories that cloud his eyes and slow his breathing.

Katelyn looks up at him, stroking the emblem on her necklace, as she does to comfort her. Her mother gave it to her before she died, and she keeps it with her, always. 

"My dad... he... he killed her..." Travis stammered fearfully, clearly upset. His eyes lowered as they filled with darkness. Katelyn placed her hand on his shoulder, letting him know that she's right there for him.

"My whole family has demon forms... his got out of control, and... he killed my mom... and my older sister, Charlotte..." he continued, choking on his tears as he held them back. "That's why I hate my form... I always remember what happened to them whenever it comes out..." 

Katelyn nodded, pulling up the sleeves of her blue-and-white striped sweater, turning her arms to reveal the insides of her wrists, which bared thin, faded scars, obviously self-made. His eyes widened as he looked at them, then back up at her, and down at them again. He ran his fingers over the scars, realizing that they were many years old.

"My dad became abusive after my mom's death... probably out of depression, which I can understand... but I did this early on in high school, even taking antidepressants, and later on in school, I relied on my "happy juice" to get by..." she confessed, looking at her own scars. "My "happy juice" was vodka..."

Travis nodded as well, stuffing his hands into his sweatshirt pocket. "I'm sorry for you... but I'm glad it's better for you now..." he told her honestly, smiling at her. 

Katelyn smiled back, nodding back as she lowers her sleeves again. "Me too, but for you..."

They smiled at each other, having a better understanding of each other now. They really were close friends, knowing they understood each other better on most things. And that's the way they liked their friendship to be.

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