Crimson
I had no emotion, per usual; my culprit mind whizzing with thoughts and flashbacks of a scene I never witnessed, however it still stung. It stung as hard as anything really, a sharp shiver echoing through my dead body, meeting my crimson broken heart and killing my gut inside.
But I decided to hold my mouth shut and pretend it was a contrast of numbness and necessity when really, it was excruciating.
I lay here now in the vivid meadow covered with blood. And every so often I can see the shadows creeping up at me every turn around, I'm very much paranoid now, my head turning at every whisper of the wind, every tweet of a bird or dance of the leafs. I suppose I'm here now, alive and breathing (barely) but I'm still here ain’t' I? I could be in my grave making a nice peaceful bed of soil, but I'm alive and that’s it I suppose.
I cant remember much at all, just my mind pacing back and fourth the scene, but I remember nothing, just a cry of hurt but that’s it.
Mary Jane's the name, people called me bloody Mary for quite some time but I warned it of with a short and comforting bite in the neck.. ! No I'm joking! Really! as much as I’d love to, I moved to this old village in montelendo by the woods, its nice here. The birds creating a rainbow of distraction and the trees preforming a street show of dance and whispers all around the place. Its a true beauty, colours and songs, rhythms of nature. But its dull now you see, its horrific and a aura of darkness shadows this village now.
I started walking around the grass, it tickled a lot but I still didn't smile. I focused on my neck and the scar of claws in my leg, ripped by a very unhappy customer .. It was swollen and ached as I stretched , my hands where cold and icy, like a frost bitten snowflake or a snowman, either way I was unusually cold. However my eyes where vast, beady and hot, a boom, slap, crinkle, and fizz of bonfire blazing in my eyes.
''I need to get away'' I told myself slowly
''quick'' I murmured returning my own words
So I did, I ran through the spikes and bristles of nature: through the obstacles of animals and bugs until I found a living town of people and business, people flooding past in a rapid nature just like in the wild.
As I arrived there was a standstill, a freeze in time and an oblivion of anything else but me. I gazed frightened and bewildered at there astonishment until a shaggy boy mumbled something.
''Um um... Um mm who are you'' He struggled
''what are um you?'' He finished
''Me? I’m a person who needs to be treated with a little respect thank you ?'' I snapped
''What are you?'' A voice whispered
''I’m confused'' I edged as the noise of silence began to pierce in time
In my gasp I searched around searching for reality until I found something sane, I found an old piece of glass dazzling in the patio walkway, I picked it up carefully and viewed my reflection. I gasped. A cry of terror released my body.
My teeth where sharp as a knife and as brutal as chalkboard, my eyes where scary and pictured a burning scene of red, a crimson coat of curiousness. My face was framed in a chalky white, matching my skin. My eye bags told another story, a story of scales and purple strokes of restless nights. I knew who I was, but suddenly the silence had never been so loud.
