So lonely trying to be yours

My favourite colour has always been red, red can mean a lot, I say red means bravery and courage now I see red all around me in a puddle of my own blood I can hear the banging of the door. Blood is now means danger and death. It's black. I have no clue if I'm dead or alive all i can think of is. Did she come and save me from myself once again.

Amber has no clue if she is dead or alive but all she knows is the story of her and jade and how she got blood all over herself and how she fell into a deep hole.