I've had this idea in my head for a while, but really no idea how to execute it.

It's a sadstuck (of sorts), alternate timeline. It'll be fairly short, only a few chapters that should go up pretty quickly.

I've wanted to write something of this style for a while... wish me luck!

-z/S

This is by far the best use for it. It's not like it ever served you any purpose.

Ha! Blood, who needs blood? It looks prettier on the walls. She would agree. You know she would. She always liked your blood.

"See? It just needed a touch of color. You always liked colors. That tube is sucking the colors out of you, but it's the only way for you to enjoy a properly decorated room. It's the only way to keep you around!"

Maybe it could use some more... red.

Another slash, and a more fresh, more vibrant red appears. It spatters on the wall. You feel faint, but it's worth it. Anything to make this room as pretty as possible for her. She deserves it. She was always there for you, and now you're repaying her! Besides, you have to make it up to her somehow... you knew that locking that door was a bad idea.

She was on the roof, staring at a trail of sparkly dust that extended into the black. You walk up to her. She turns to you, and hugs you tightly. She whispers something in your ear, and tells you to run. You'll never forget what she whispered. She pushes you away, and screams at you to run, run away. You try to grab her hand, but she pulls away, saying she'll have to deal with this herself. You blink, about to protest, but she pushes you toward the door. You reluctantly start running, and close the door. Through it, you hear her scream "Jack!" Kanaya is there with you, and she locks the door. You finally realize what is happening, right as Kanaya grabs you, anticipating your next move. You're screaming, cussing and crying and begging her to let you go, let you go defend her. She just holds you, keeping you from saving her. Keeping you from your second half. At some point, you don't know when, she finally releases you. You scramble to unlock the door, screaming "No!"

Another slash, and a more fresh, more vibrant teal appears. It paints the roof a beautiful color. The color of her.

You're frozen. Kanaya grabs you again, and drags you back inside. She locks the door, and scrambles down the steps, towing you down, down to safety.

But it doesn't matter anymore. The painted girl was the only thing keeping you sane.

It was only a matter of time before you turned into what you are now.

You stare at the girl in the tube, with the slash in her chest, right over her heart. There was some dried blood that had dripped down, three little drips... Her once fiery eyes are now a mild white. She is forever staring with a sad smile and a heartbreaking gaze.

Your one remaining wish was to make up for all the times she made you happy, or saved your ass, or made you think of how lucky you are just to have her. And to have that warming feeling whenever she walked in.

So you paid her back with the only thing you could think of that she loved that you had.

Red. You had a phenomenal supply of red in your very veins.

At first you were reluctant. I mean, cutting yourself just to make a dead girl happy? That was low.

But as time passed, and her smile seemed to get sadder... your words of love just didn't seem like enough.

That first gash made all the difference. The pain only made you think that you were really paying her back. And the red... well. You knew she would have loved it.

You hadn't thought of that as the breaking point, you had thought of it as the lifting point. Her sad smile grew less sad, you thought.

And her room looked so pretty.

Soon your arms were covered, and nobody had seen you in days.