Red

Red

The clouds hovered like evil angels, something malevolent in the red from the rising sun. I’m no sailor, but the adage holds firm: red sky at morning…like the blood that spews out my veins.

Watching the blood coming out my arm is just about the only thing that gave me control. Every other hour of everyday it’s him that tells me what to do, It’s him that enforces the rules; but it was also him who… he never gave me choices. I never had anymore than 1 friend. It’s name? Never thought of any… When he saw my arms he told me I needed help. As if he cared. But I listened anyway hoping that by doing so he may stop being so harsh on me. I was diagnosed with self-inflicted violence. Nothing new.

But he still didn’t give a shit. My friend came to my head, as if it had powers. And before I knew it, it was in my left hand whilst I held the phone in the other. I knew what I had to do and the next thing I knew I was sitting by his bedside in hospital; until something happened and I was told to stay outside. I saw the blood…

That rush, even the dozen doctors couldn’t stop. I sat there in laughter. Well that’s what they thought. But the silent tears were not of joy but of confusion. But by now it was too late, for I had no one to help or save neither him nor me. The last I saw was the reflection of a red blooded monster.

The clouds hovered like evil angels, something malevolent in the red from the rising sun. I’m no sailor, but the adage holds firm: red sky at morning…like the blood that spews out my veins.