Not even the rain could wash away the red staining my skin. It covers my hands and arms, a new coating over the pale coloring of my flesh. I hate it. I despise it. It's a type of suffocating that makes me scratch at my arms, trying to peel the blood off.
I've been coated in blood before. I have had wounds inflicted upon myself, blood dripping down my head and gashes stinging.
So what makes this so different? What makes this one so bad that I'm falling to my knees, heaving as the muddy ground sloshes around and under me? Why only now are desperate cries tumbling from my mouth?
Why am I scratching my arms raw? Why does it all hurt? Why? Why won't the red just fade off? Why, why, why?! I want it all to just disappear! Make it leave! I don't want their blood staining my hands anymore! I can take as many hits as possible, I can deal with my own blood pooling around me--but this? Their sobs and cries echoing in my ears? Their blood mixing with the brown mud?
Give me anything but this, please! This pain--this suffocating guilt that threatens to drown me is unbearable! It claws at my heart and tears my soul, opening wounds I can't even comprehend. Please, please, I can't take this. I can't hold this guilt in, this pain. It's greater than my body, stronger than my mind, I can't bear it! Just make it go away, please!
Don't make me suffer through my regrets and mistakes again, please...
Please.
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