Scrawlers

I picked about twelve perfect flowers, then made my way back up, deciding against using my shortcut for the meantime. When I got there, she was already sitting up, blinking sleepily. As soon as she noticed me I held out the flowers awkwardly. "Good morning." She took them and gave me a sad smile. "Thank you." She then glanced out the window on her side. I looked, too, and couldn't help being shocked at the sight of police cars and lines around what had seemed to be such a great house. "I'd better go," she said suddenly.

I awoke the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed, but the moment I saw Mina curled up across from me and remembered what had happened to her, I felt tired again. I flexed my foot, grateful for what she'd done for me in my time of need. I hated myself for not being able to do anything for her. Then, from my 'window' I spotted some wildflowers. 'I may as well do what I can,' I thought. I crept slowly toward the door and carefully made my way to the ground.