Ruthless Spring

I once thought Spring was beautiful, until they bathed me in it’s ugliness.

Three months have already changed my life, the next nine just may destroy me.

Flowers are supposed to bloom in the spring, but this flower is dying.

This girl is withering as the Costa Family pluck my petals, covering them in blood, regret, and malice.

What becomes of a flower once all of its petals are gone?