Scars are beautiful imperfections too.

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Blossom's P.O.V

I turned around, my depressed pink eyes met dark crimson red. The air flew out of my lungs and I was barley able to choke out, "W-what are y-you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question little red." He smirked, taking small steps towards me.

I hesitated with my words, backing up feeling trapped. Instantly, memories of that night hit me and I felt my powers fading. I did the only thing I could do and that was run. I ran through the plants, some cutting my skin but I was to numb to actually feel the pain.

I heard his footsteps behind me and I made a bee line for the door, closing it behind me. I took deep breaths running down the stairs and into the crowded halls.

The air ran out of my lungs as people touched me. I broke down crying and shoved through people stumbling every once in a while. I couldn't see anything my vision blurry, I bumped into someone landing on my butt.

I laid there, covering my face with my arms on the ground. My body felt as if it was on fire and flashbacks hit me full on. I felt strong arms pick me up and the touch felt like knives to my body. I stopped breathing as the world faded into darkness.

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I woke up with my head pounding and the sound of people yelling. Slowly I sat up, memories of my panic attack hit me. Things started to focus and I could see my sisters, buttercup yelling at someone and bubbles crying in the corner.

I got off of the bed and walked over to bubbles, not caring about anything except my sister. I took her into my arms and he buried her head in my chest. I rocked her back in forth, finally I looked up and saw BC auguring with boomer.

I cleared my throat, catching their attention. "BLOSSOM!" Buttercup yelled running to us while Boomer stood there awkwardly.

"What's he doing here?" I said dangerously low.

"Hey! I'm the one who brought you here!" He defend and when Mitch carried me to the hospital that night flashed through my eyes.

"Blossom? Blossom?! Hello?!" Buttercup said trying to snap me out of my trance.

I shook my head and sighed, "Thank you boomer...."

"Uh," He rubbed his arm awkwardly, "You're welcome..."

"Now. Leave!" Buttercup hissed and he ran stumbling towards the door.

After he was out of the door my sisters and I group hugged. I still felt sick to my stomach, I don't know when my powers will start working again. They only disappear when I have flashbacks of that night.

The bell rang snapping us out of it and we grabbed or backpacks and left to class. I remember the old converse box I had to look into at lunch.

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Brick's P.O.V

My alarm rang on my phone and I slowly got out of my king sized bed the sheets were red and the pillows were all white. My walls were also red with posters and a body length mirror in my walk in closet. I had a guitar/guitar pick in the corner that blossom gave to me in 7th grade. In the opposite corner I had a huge white desk with a blood red laptop and song lyrics.

I shuffled to my personal bathroom, showered and afterwards I put on red skinny jeans with a black button up. I had the sleeves rolled all the way up to my elbows. I slipped on black and white supras, I put on my red hat backwards and brushed my teeth. I sprayed on some cologne, 'Safari' and went to boomers room.

His walls were dark blue with white pooka dots and he had dark blue carpet. His room had the same set up as mine but his computer was dark blue and instead of a guitar it was drums and a piano. He also had tons of stuff animals everywhere but an orange octopus he likes to call octo was wrapped in his arms. Bubbles gave him, 'her' as a present and he always had it ever since.

I pushed him out of his king sized bed, that had dark blue pillows and a white comforter. He hit the ground with a thud, "Get ready for school, see yeah downstairs." I said walking out.

I made it to Butches room, his walls were dark green with white paint splatters. He hard dark brown hard wood floors and the same lay out as mine and boomers room. Expect his computer was dark green, he had a dark green base and boxing equipment from that buttercup got him as a gift.

I walked into his bathroom and got a bucket full of ice cold water. I carried it out and dumped it on him. "HEY!!!" He screamed jumping out of bed.

"Hey, get ready for school!" I yelled already out the door.

I grabbed my blood red backpack and walked downstairs. We had a butler named, 'Stan' he was cool like a second father to us considering HIM was like a mom because he was so girly and we're confused by his gender and mojo a father.

He made pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, crapes with sides of peanut butter, strawberries, blueberries, jam etc.

I sat down, served myself and ate as blossom consumed my mind.

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We all separated trying to find our girls after we escaped adoring fans. I caught a glimpse of beautiful orange hair disappear through a door.

I knew instantly that it was blossom, I followed her and when I opened the door that these stairs lead to I was met with sunlight and plants everywhere.

I followed a cobble stone path and caught sight of blossom. She was watering plants and soon she started to sing.

"It starts with pain followed by hate, fueled by the endless questions, no one can answer. A stain covers your heart and tears you apart just like a sleeping cancer.

Now I don't believe men are born to be killers, I don't believe the world can't be saved.

How did you get here and when did you start? An innocent child with a thorn in his heart.

What kind of world do we live in? Where love is divided by hate, losing control of our feelings! We almost be dreaming this life away, In a world so cold.

Are you sane, where is the shame? A moment of time passes you by, you cannot rewind. Who is to blame, and where did start? Is there no cure for your sickness, have you no heart?

No I don't believe men are born to be killers, I don't believe this world can't be saved.

How did you get here and when did you start? And innocent child with a thorn in his heart.

What kind of world do we live in? Where love is divided by hate, losing control of our feeling! We're dreaming this life away, what kind of world do we live in? Where love is divided by hate!

Selling our souls for no reason! We all must be dreaming this life away, in a world so cold!

There's a sickness inside you that wants to escape, it's a feeling you get when you can't find your way! So how many times must you fall knees?

Never, never, never, never, never do this again!

It starts with pain, (it starts with pain), followed by hate, (followed by hate).

Now I don't believe men are born to be killers, I don't believe the world can't be saved. What kind of world do we live in? Where love is divided by hate, losing control of our feeling! We're dreaming this life away, what kind of world do we live in? Where love is divided by hate!

Selling our souls for no reason! We all must be dreaming this life away, in a world so cold!

In a world so cold..."

She finished, her voice even better than I remembered, she was better than mine to be honest, "You always did have the most beautiful voice...."

She turned around, her gorgeous pink eyes met my dark crimson red ones. The air flew out of my lungs just starring at her beauty.

"W-what are y-you doing here?" She stuttered.

"I could ask you the same question little red." I said my same old smirked planted on my lips as I took small steps towards her.

She seemed to freeze and go pale as her body shook and then out of no where she took off running through the jungle like plants.

I tried to keep up but their were to many plants in the way, she wasn't even using her powers! I heard the door slam shut and I followed the sound, running down the stairs but she was already gone. What was that about?

Again...

I DO NOT OWN THE SONG BLOSSOM SANG!!! The song is, "World So Cold" by: 12 stones!!!

Also I made up the quote at the beginning...