Jessica sat on the clean hospital bed, the sheets folded nicely over her. A cold draft drifted from the open window, rustling the bandana that was tied around her head. Jessica stared longingly at the door, waiting for it to open, waiting for her family to come in with balloons and "Get well soon" cards. But no, she would never see her family again. They had forgotten their crippled and burdened child, never to run free again. However, she would be known, forever. Mostly by one of London's best consulting detective.
~A Poem Written In Red~
Mourning her loss day by day,
William Shakespeare's way.
Lost in the poems and books she read,
Never to be found 'till she was dead.
No one shall mourn her loss,
For she is nothing to loose.
Bits and pieces of sanity lost,
But that makes it all the more fun.
A gun soaked in crimson red,
Slit the wrists and let it bleed
'Tis the way a killer weeps.
Jessica soaked herself, letting the crimson red flow off her, "Day by day, let the rose wilt," Jessica sang softly in a voice as soft as silk, "the red comes off or so I am told. One of these days I'll know." Jessica paused to scrub her scalp, missing the locks of gold, "That red, that red, made her dead, that red, that red, made them dred, but do not fret, for I am safe and sound."
Jessica's mind slowly went to dark places when everyone left. But how else could she get attention? "'Twas simple truely" she would mumble, "Let the blood flow, no one shall know!" Jessica's treatments ment nothing to her, if she was going to die, then she wanted to go out with a bang!
~A day later~
The door creeked open, and Jessica's eyes widened. It wasn't any of her family members, instead, a tall man stepped in. He had a long black coat on, a scarf around his neck. Cheek bones that were sharp, it made him look stunning. Underneath those black wispy curls of hair, were eyes that were a mixture of blue and green. Swirled so much that it looked like a galaxy. The next man who followed was a shorter man, but he stood proud, a hint of a limp. This man had a dull blonde hair color, and dark sky blue eyes with a dab of grey, the way he looked at the taller man made Jessica hint there was a bit of a starstruck feeling.
"'Tis an otp, I presume" She said quite loudly to herself.
◆I'll take a moment to explain, Jessica has cancer, and her family has forgotten about Jessica. And the reason why she speaks this way is because Shakespeare and poetry is her escape from the cruel reality that we call life.◆
