Chapter Thirty - Six

Let Go:

Danica walked slowly to the cave entrance. Peering inside it was pitch black. She went to step inside the cave carefully, something was telling her to be cautious.

“The flower.” The voice called to her.

“Flower?” Danica asked, withdrawing her foot from inside the cave.

She turned trying to find the figure again but she wasn't there. She looked down at her hand and there was the white flower. Its stem had three thorns on it. She brought it up to her face looking at it. The thorns matched the punctures on her wrist. She looked at the flower; what was she supposed to do with this. She let the flower dangle in her hand as she looked back at the cave. A soft melody began flowing out the cave. It was haunting and beautiful. Danica tried looking deeper into the cave without going in but couldn’t see anything. 

“Alright here goes nothing.” She whispered before stepping into the cave.

“Danica!”