A/N: Yes, call me mean, but I'm finally back. This thing is seriously short. Sorry for torturing you, I moved.

No, seriously, it's 399 words. Short.

You pick up the silver object, mesmerized. You're drawn to it like it's a magnet for distressed souls (which in a way, it is).

You can just imagine the stark (and beautiful) contrast of red on pale peach that this thing can provide. It can be a new art, with a variety of shades of white, peach, and red. You turn the object over and over in your hands. You run a finger down the side of it, marveling at the craftsmanship. It helps you avoid the dark rubble that your mind has been reduced to.

You view your reflection on the shiny object, and notice how different your eyes look. They're dead, almost manic. They're no longer the shiny obsidian they used to be. It's strangely distracting, and you stop yourself from thinking about the cause of it. You examine the gaunt cheeks, which seem even paler from the silvery reflection. Their paleness make your dark circles around your eyes seem more prominent. Your black hair is greasy, and your hesitant curls keep falling into your eyes. You brush the curls back with your free hand, and glance at your pale, chapped lips. They look cracked (even more so than usual), and you can't help but muse at how needy and fragile human bodies are. At this point though, you know that human mental stability is even worse.

Even though this is your first time, you're not even close to hesitant as you lick your dry lips in anticipation. You can just see the beautiful art that you're sure you're going to create. You gently press down, as you run the sharp blade along your thin, pale arm. The thrill of being so close to death is electrifying. Just a little harder. Just a little closer. Just a little more insane. It's almost like you like flirting with Thanatos.

You draw swirls and squiggles, and you love the beautiful red that blooms on your arm, tainting it forever. You look at your masterpiece appreciatively. You're disappointed you have to wash all that magnificent red off your arm, but you have to. You have always admired art, and this is the best piece you've seen yet. It is your first masterpiece, and you're sure there are better ones to come.

And you will create better and enrapturing masterpieces, before you make the one that trumps (and ends) them all.