Ever since I was 10 years old I've been a painted canvas decorated in scarlet.
From my head to my toes I'm a beautiful painting, although some of me has faded to pinks and whites.
Ingesting whites since age 12,
It was only now they do something about it.
I sat up on my bed and gazed at the small digital clock on the corner of my nightstand, 4:48am it read.
Against the free will of my littered body I came to the conclusion that I should awaken.
Gathering my fragile bones to an upright position I advance up the stairs to have some off brand cereal shoved down my esophagus, temporarily of course.
Instead of waiting for the rest of my insignificant family members like I would normally forces into doing, I progress to my special spot.
I walked a specific pace and in exactly 10 minutes and 27 seconds I was greeted with the scent of a million flowers and trees that went on for miles.
However, one tree in particular was slightly different that the rest of their kind. This was a tall, ancient red oak in the centre of a small meadow. which held a specific box had to open this day only.
Once I had successfully ascended the oak I gently lifted the box from its resting place and climbed down.
In a few seconds I safely touched the lush grass.
Opening the box wasn't something I did right then and there, for I already knew what lay inside the metal contraption, and wasn't therefore tempted by curiosity.
I arrived at my house exactly 10 minutes and 27 seconds later to be greeted with a silent home. I venture off to my bedroom and lock the door behind me, I wasn't going to mess this up like last time.
I open the box with the key placed under the floorboards and look soon the contents just as knew as when I made it 5 years ago
A few paint brushes and a lot of white
I picked out the paint brushes and dragged them heavily over my cluttered canvas a few dozen times, suddenly my canvas was just red. I ignored the sensation and ingested a different kind of white that my mother forced to me every morning, one that I had to ask around for and did bad things for.
I place the letter beside me, a safe distance away from the red.
Sitting down I realize that I'm succeeding. but just as I fade away I see the door to my room open with a
Bang.
And
Everything
Was
Dark.
