Black.
Sea of black.
Little whispers.
Silent Glares.
You did this.
You created this nightmare.
Prepared the hatred.
And brewed the tears.
Red.
Ocean of red.
Tumbling, pouring, dripping from the seams.
Ear piercing screams.
Gut wrenching guilt.
You did this little girl.
You.
The happy go lucky girl.
Dazed in her own little world.
Creating your own fantasies.
Because what lies beneath here is what you needed to escape.
But you couldn't have been the one to blame.
It's not your fault your finger slipped.
It's not your fault that the blonde gazelle landed with a thud.
But this sea of black and ocean of red will never know that.
A/N: For those who didn't get it, Sonny accidentally shoots Tawni. Why Sonny had a gun, I don't know. It just came to me :p