The Serpent's Garden

        I stared persistently at the flowers that's genre I could not perceive. My mind was blank. This one faint, distant sound kept ringing in my ear: "Hissss". The sound of the piercing serpent. He was awaiting our eyes to meet. My neck drew near to peering down.  "Resist!" I'd say, "Resist! For the serpent knows your ways!" I could not bear the intensity; I had to, and I did. 

        The serpent immediately started to meander towards me, and I stumbled in reverse. His scales smoothly felt the ground in sync with his notorious hissing. Shaken and dazed, I looked for anything to protect myself, but what in a greenhouse would you find protection? A vase: Tall, slender, gold, and filled with power, but... I threw it and it missed by an inch. The serpent chuckled.

        "This is no time to play silly little games, my child." He hissed again. I rested. I couldn't remember... Why would I always pause to remember this? I knelt down to the serpent and peered into his eyes with audacity. The one thing I had yet to notice: They were purple; A bright, vibrant shade of purple that did nothing well to blend into his succulent, golden body.

        The serpent hissed yet again, "What? Do you think I won't consume you?"  He harshly leached his fangs into my wrist and I receded. He was callous to my pain. I held my hand against my wrist, stopping the blood to some extent. "Hisss" Once again the serpent started, and he continued to delineate my reversed trail. At this point, I was terrified by the beauty this serpent held. 

        To cover my path I tossed furniture against the floor, grabbing anything, anything that would stop him in his tracks. I tried... I tried to get the few others to look. I'd tell them to look, to just look at it, but it only caught one of the gardeners glimpse. She stumbled, trying frantically to find it again, but, only to her, the serpent moved too swiftly. 

        This place was so reverie, I was beginning to become faint...but I reached it! I grabbed the door, hurriedly letting myself inside and shutting it behind me, but...

        "Skye! Wait! Hold the-"

        I had slammed it just before the gardener got in. "Foolish child." The serpent hissed in a misfortune tone. The sound of whipping proceeded after this one message: "You're all deceiving." Sounds of ripping and gashing filled my ears, and then...

        There was silence. 

        I was not aware of the situation I was being put in at that moment. The last words the gardener heard from the serpent were, "Sleep away..." And she did. She slept in a dream that had already ended...

        A dream that had ended because I had just died.