She smiles, looking at her masterpiece. She admired it as though it was this beautiful piece of artwork someone payed thousands for. But she knew she could never tell anyone about it.
She knew that sitting there on her bathroom floor, she was the only one who could see this piece of artwork.
She made it scarlet, because it looked the best against white. She only needed one tool as well. This tool she had become very acquainted with. Having a four inch handle, and a one inch blade, it fit very nicely in her hand. She could control it 100%. How much pressure was applied, the accuracy of the lines, even how deep it went.
She loved to see the beads forming as she started with nothing, but ended with pools.
The beads formed along the lines, slowly becoming bigger and bigger, getting to the point where they started dripping down along the canvas.
She prayed no one found her, but she hoped he would walk in any second. No one could save her from what she had just created, but she knew he would care. She knew he would stop the scarlet from flowing, and bandage it up.
But she didn't tell him, keeping her scarlet painting a secret, for no one else to see.
