Lucia 王丹 210111203

I picked up a school uniform; the corner of the beautiful little flower graffiti attracted me. The flowers were bright and charming in color, and the petals were delicate and waiting to drop, making people happy. I couldn't put it down. I washed my school uniform and went to school wearing the flower in my hair. At first, everything was normal. The students saw my flowers and praised its beauty, my vanity greatly satisfied.

Once, I inadvertently stared at the little flower for a while, it actually seemed to aprawl out from the school uniform and become three-dimensional, but then it also emitted a light fragrance. I was surprised from ear to ear and reached out to touch it. The soft touch of the petals was terrifying. When I came back to my mind, it was back on my school uniform, as if I had just hallucinated everything.

But things were going wrong. The flower went from occasional "stereoscopic" to frequent, popping up even when I was in class. I was so focused on it that my grades dropped. The teacher criticized me, and my classmates began to point at me, but I couldn't control it.

The scariest thing was the exam. I was nervous to answer the questions, but the small flower in the paper slowly emerged, a little spread. I stared at it in horror, trying to cover it with my hand, but it just kept growing. Around me, the students were concentrating on the questions, and the teacher did not notice anything. At the moment when the flower completely occupied the paper, my eyes were suddenly black and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I found myself in a strange dark space, and a strange sound echoed in my ears, like a low growl or a high-pitched wailing. The little flower floated in the air, becoming enormous; its delicate petals twisted, and its core emitted a disgusting smell.

Fear gripped me so tightly that I tried to escape, only to find there was no way. Suddenly, a thousand vines came out of the darkness, wrapped themselves around my hands and feet, and dragged me toward the terrible flower. I struggled and cried, but to no avail.

Finally, I was dragged into the petals of the flower, and there was nothing left but darkness and fear.

Later, I disappeared, as if I had never existed in this world. But in fact, I had not completely disappeared because in a dark corner, a small flower on a school uniform is blooming beautifully, waiting for the next person like me...