Red

She sat in her room; it was painted with the darkness of the night. She shudders, to her the world is red...she doesn't want to see it anymore, she'd rather the ignorance of a black and white life then the torture of red.

Everything reminds her of something forbidden. She cuts up some food and in the foods place is her wrist, or her heart...or her face.

She feels empty, she's drowning in red, it hurts to think that she made that promise; it hurts to think she has to break it now.

she holds her razor, it hovers over her wrist, she takes a deep breath and drags it along her arm, a sharp breath escapes her, she bites her lip, trying to keep in the pain, but then she lets the red out...it drains away from her, onto her skin, onto her floor. She takes a sharper swipe of the razor and blood splatters on her face.

It was cool on her cold skin, yet the razor brought a red hot pain, but it was working. The red was fading away, along with everything else, she couldn’t speak, and she couldn’t even scream anymore, things were starting to fade all together.

A smile snaked its way onto her ghostly pale face. The world was no longer red….yet if she’d looked down before she fell on her face and died she would’ve realized....she was.

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Don’t look at me like that! I needed to vent…the people in white coats must never know O.O

Have a happy new year

Luvz ya
Anwen
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LOL dont worry i know the men in the white coats.... theyll treat you well MUAHAHAHA


ANYWAY, AWESOME STORY!

great story, i love that it irelated to real life, very good! yay! :D