The Crimson Pain

The full moon shown through the clouds like a light in the dark. Her pale blue eyes sparkled in the glow of night. Her pale skin, whiter than snow, was covered in the crimson liquid. She had done it again, even though she promised herself and everyone around her she wouldn't. She took the blade and ran it across her silky smooth skin. Another scar to add to her collection. She looked down at her arm, it was covered in the blood of forgotten love, a misunderstood soul, her blood. She just stared at it as her eyes lingered on the warm liquid as it ran down her arm. She hated doing it but saw no other way to get rid of the pain she was feeling. She had put the blade against her skin once more to slice one more scar into her memories. She there and leaned her head against the wall as she let the warm crimson trail run down her arm onto the ground. A puddle had started to form, it was covering the bottom of her feet and the edges. She leaned up and looked down into the blood that had left her body. She saw her reflection in the crimson stain on the floor. A golden strand of hair fell from her braid. It covered up her left eye. He once beautiful bright blue eyes now turned pale from the anger and hate and pain she had endured. She sat and stared in the mirror of red. Her face did not look like it had before, before she had started this cruel and painful journey.