Short Stories

The colour RED!

It's a thick liquid. 

It's all over her  hands and knee's, she sitting in it, its everywhere.   Her white dress is stained with red patches, patches of this red liquid.  It's dark.  She screams and yells out for help, but no one could hear her, because she was trapped inside a box that was only visible to her.  She's drowning in the red.  She's gasping for air,  eventually she collapses.  She is drowning  in her own blood because no one stopped to help her.  She stopped breathing, her heart stops.  He arrives, he gives her life.  But he tears her down until she starts to drown.  It's him, it's his fault.   He makes her bleed, she always ends up down on the ground. He hits her twice, then a third time.  She slowly dies a little more eachtime,  the pain and the hurt is so umbearable.  Then finally she stops taking the hurt, she is gone, she is in a better place. At first it's all white, then she is in a magical land, there are golden gates, cities made of emralds, houses made of rubies.  She is finally at peace, she is safe, and she can no longer hear him, she no longer feels the pain.  There is no more red liquid, it's gone, its disapeared.  The colour red is gone.  She is finally at peace.  😇😇😇😇😇