The Forgotten One

'Alright... Just one cut.' I think as I drag the knife across my arm, watching the blood drip on the white carpet. Red. That's a new color. It's a SINFUL color... I love it. It's beautiful. 'I love the color... I want to see more of it!' I think as I make more lines on my arm. I laugh lightly as more blood drips on the white, now red, carpet.

I continue slashing my arms for another 15 minutes, until I start to feel lightheaded. I look down and see a pool of blood in front of me, surprising me how much blood is in the average angel. "I should rea-ugh." I try to stand, but the sudden blood loss makes me fall down, consuming me in complete darkness.