TW: Blood, death and mentions of war.

Red.

It's all I could see.

Kinda ironic given my name is Red Lewis. Or should I say was...

My vision swarmed as I could feel my blood boiling. I had never felt so much pain before. A cry of pure pain and fear left my body as I felt blood rising through my throat and spurting on to the floor...

I looked up from the pool of my own blood j was currently bathed in. Only to see the red Poppys growing in neat ordered lines. Poppys... The plant which grow on old war fields...this certainly felt like the war. Except this time I had no one to help me. I was alone.

I shook my head trying to clear it of those thoughts. I was not about to let my last memories of this world be centered around the war. I turned my head away to find something different. I didn't know what exactly but when I saw it I'd know.

Then I saw it. It was a painting. My family painting. My mother in her sleeveless red dress... My brother and father in their red suits... And me and my sister both wearing crimson dresses with red bows holding our dark hair back in an elegant plait. I smiled remembering the day it was taken. 'Red!' my mother would yell telling my to stopping fiddling with my hair... My sister laug-

i doubled over. My vision blurred. My breathing grew weaker as my arms gave out forcing me to hit the floor. Suddenly I couldn't breath. Then I couldn't hear anything but eerie silence and a high pitched whistle.

Red. All I can see as my eyes closed for the final time. All I could see as my chest rose and fell for the final time.