Red is a common color. Used to express anger, blood and hate. But when i think of red I think of the sweet cherry, merlots that sickenly swim down my throat. Of candy, blush lipstick that trace my lips. Of red maples that glide towards the ground. Of old brick houses that have vines scalling the exterior. Of scarlet ladybugs who I tell my wishes to. Of red cardnails that fly above me in the late crimson sky. Or of how the red rose with its prickling thorns stays the flower of love. Red and its shades enchant my everday life.
“It was meant to be for you. I only ever wanted it to be for you.” I roared. Tears streaming from my eyes. They stood there and stared with a face I can’t describe. They seemed almost worried, when I tried to move the knife and grunted. I bit my lip to hold in a howl of pain. Blood dripped out of my mouth as I spoke to them. “The first night we fought I knew it was meant to be. Your the hero and I’m the villain. I knew I would loose and I wouldn’t let you be the one to end me!” I limped towards them as they backed away. “Don’t run away now! Don’t you want to watch.” I pulled the knife out of my stomach gasping. My legs fell out beneath me. I don’t know if they caught me or if I fell into there arms, but I stared right up into their eyes. They glisten with, tears? Most likely because they, as a righteous hero would have blood on their costume. I hope it never comes out. I rip the knife out of my stomach, dropping the knife as I laughed deliriously with pain. The hero quickly put pressure on my bleeding wound. The blood gushed around their fingers. I choked on my blood when I tried to scream at them. “Speak!” They just stared at me. Then leaned in and wept. My eyes widened when they laid their forehead on mine. It was so warm. I started to close my eyes when they finally spoke. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. Stay with me a little longer.”Then my eyes couldn’t stay open. This was the end. When I awoke I was in a hospital bed. I don’t want to wake up. Where was I and why was I alive? I was handcuffed to the frame. I was about to shout for the hero, until I notice that they were by my bed side sitting in a chair. “Why” I ask. “Why didn’t you let me die?” “I don’t know.” They stated, almost unsure of themselves. I don’t know what will happen to me, but I couldn’t care less. The look in their eyes as they said those words filled me something that I haven’t felt in a long time. But I’m not scared. I had wanted that knife to be the end, but maybe it was the beginning.
As you walked away that final time a tear dropped from my eye. Not due to sadness but due to the happiness that bubble within and I couldn’t contain any longer.
From the time I first met you all my friends said stay wary. I tossed of their blantive objections for the excitement that you brought. I left them for they weren’t you. They didn’t fill me with the emotions that you you did. It was only tell it was to late that I found out those weren’t good feelings to have. The fear for the next mistake you would find on me. Frustration for you never listening to me. Guilt for not being good enough for you. Anguish for if you were to leave me.
I had left activities that I loved to try out yours. Even when I said I didn’t like them you would force me. I had ignore some people that spoke against you for you were always in the right. I had change myself to better fit you. Like a puzzle but my piece didn’t match yours. No one’s matched yours. For you were the one putting the puzzle together. Only an outsider could see the game you were playing. The unfair rules you had set to keep the game going how you wanted.
When you walked away that day I did not feel lonely, I felt alive. It was almost like I was free. I still had to find myself, fix some broken parts, replace others.
But it was a start. A fresh, new start.
And the one thing that’s different is that I wouldn’t have your presence dragging me down.
Troubles start in a fire The flame burns while I watch You come up behind me Whispering words of encouragement The flames reflect in my eyes Catch fire I throw my fists Swing my legs Kick out my feet You stand and stare Two seconds then three You walk over and hug me My tears tinted red from the flame Ash blows through the wind Your body shines golden Your arms stay firm and tight Holding the crying soul tonight.
Waking up I put my robe and slippers on and head towards the bathroom. I start my daily rituals, of brushing my teeth, washing my face, and then heading out to get the morning paper. I open the door and a cold breeze hits my face. I shiver and pick up the paper and the box’s underneath. I head towards my kitchen and put the box down on some paper towels and head towards my coffee maker. I needed some energy. I take my mug, given to me by my mother, and walk over to the table. I open the paper and start reading while I’m sipping the coffee. Once I finish I put the paper down and take care of the now empty mug. I then walk over to the box, it had already started to drip. This is why I put it on paper towels. I slip some gloves on with a snap. Then I get the box cutter out of the top draw and start cutting the box open. Once opened, it stank but I continue on. I reach in and pull out a severed hand. The hand looked more on the feminine side, and had a light pink painted on the nails. This hand had no jewelry or tattoos on it. I carefully cover the bottom so it wouldn’t drip as I walk to the garage. I take the cover off, now that it was more dry and place it next to the others. I step back and admire my collection of parts. I have to say the placement of the legs next to the arms looks better compared to them next to the heads. I just wish I could thank who gifts me with my precious packages and let’s me fill my collection.
The sun peaked out from the clouds. Looking for his friends. He danced above the ground in search for them. As he danced he left a trail of colors behind him. The ground became a vibrate green. Flowers reached up towards the sun, and the sun smiled and waved. He then continued his dance. He spun over to a dreary forest. He shimmered in his light, and leaped over the trees. The barren woods turned chestnut brown. Leaves sprouted from the branches and swayed a thank you to the sun. The sun beamed, which only made the leaves smile wider. The suns last stop was to a tiny grey town. He whirled and twirled to a special tune he had made. The grey town started to shine. The buildings became a multi of color. Light pinks, dark reds, bold blues, and rich yellows. Little people started coming out of their homes, and sparkled under the suns gaze. They continued their doings as the sun watched them closely. He danced and danced, playing with his friends. He danced until he grew tired. Just before he went to sleep his close friend the moon came to have one last dance with him. After they finish the separated and sun disappeared into his nightly bed.
There had been few occasions in which he had been certain he was about to die. Three occasions to be exact. The first was five years ago, when he had been invited to go out to sea on a sail with one of his rich friends. They had been out all day drinking and partying, but then the night came and so did the storm. A storm so heavy that it rocked the boat back and forth. A storm so heavy that it tipped the boat. He had survived with only the sound of rain hitting the water. He never heard the hallow screams of his sicken friend. The second time was three years ago at an amusement park. He had entered with a group of six. They all enjoyed the food and rides until right before closing. They decided to ride the Farris wheel one last time. Two to a seat they went round and a round. They laugh as if was the last time they would. He sat alone for there was an uneven number of people. When the ride ended he was at the bottom. He was the first to get off. The last one to live. Just as he had gotten off the ride made a loud sound, a scream almost then it collapsed. He had been the only survivor of that horrific accident, getting away with only a scratch on his cheek creating my a flying piece of debris. The third time was when he was home, all alone. He is staying far away from any people, to afraid of the consequences that would come if he dared. He was laying in his bed pondering. Thinking of the things in his head. It’s been years yet he can’t process what actually happened. He thinks both the accidents are his fault. He was there and he survived while they died. He was there and he’s alive. The world is unfair taking them away while he has to stay and suffer this guilt. He rubs his cheek where a scar had formed, a small tear rolls down his face. He stood and walked towards the kitchen. He grabbed a cup of water and a pill bottle. The next time he was seen was by a doctor in a hospital. He was put on watch. He was not alone. Not alone for now. There are so many accidents that can happen in a hospital.
Theft, Arson, Murder Shine, Flare, Dim Creation of the worst Prospering within
Heart, Love, Life Fragile, Broken, Traded Taken from the depths within Sinking into an endless void
Run, Hide, Escape From those who chase Lurking even in the open Taking from the shadows
Bloom, the, Vase New, the, Broken Change, the, Fate All, is…
Theft, Arson, Murder The Crimes I have committed.
Vigorously chucking his clothes out of the drawers. Huffing and puffing as a pair of jeans get caught on something. “That cheating bastared. Two years down the drain all because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.” I stare at a picture frame on my nightstand. It’s a picture of me and him sitting on wooden park bench. My chin resting on his shoulder, smiling foundly at him. I pick it up and stare at it. Letting out an angered roar I smash it on the floor. The frame shattering into a million pieces. I sink down sobbing, ugly cries, surveying the mess. Among the mess i see a card, it looks out of place. I wipe the tears from my eyes, and carefully avoid the glass as I make my way to it. I pick it up to find it’s a number. I walk over to the bed, debating wether I should call it. It could be another girl. I don’t know if I could handle it if it was. Just then my phone rings. Startled I jump. I look to see whose calling, it’s the number on the card. I clear my voice and suspiciously answered. “Hello?” “Hey, I knew you were going to call and I was getting impatient” said a man’s voice. “Do I know you?” “Ah, my apologies of course you don’t know me, but I know you! I’m a seer or fortune teller. And I have something really important to tell you.” “Um, I’m a little confused. So you know me and you want to tell me something? This doesn’t really make any sense.” “It doesn’t need to make sense. I just want to tell you that you should go out to get coffee tomorrow morning at 9:46.” “What?” “Okay bye have fun!” Then the call hung up abruptly. What the heck just happened?
