Till the Day I Die

I was eighteen years old. It was my senior year in high school, and every day was a struggle. I couldn't sleep at night, and couldn't function during the day. The same thoughts, the same what if's constantly haunted me. My life was just a canvas of the shades of despair, worry and sadness.

Then one day the canvas turned red. And suddenly that was all I could see. Red.

Red from my anger.

Red from her hair.

Red from the video.

Red from my fall.

And just as quickly as it came, all the color left. There was no more red, no more light blue or even a touch of gray.

My canvas was blank. My life had been doused with bleach.

I didn't remember for years. Even now, lucid moments are rare.

This is the story of Evelynn Wade and the man she loved.