I'm bleeding a blood so dark red. It makes me sick to think it had to come to this. I feel the blade against my skin and I am almost sad. My sword used to be my protector but now it's my adversary. I guess it all started when she passed away. My friend, my dear, dear friend. I could have helped her, I could have done something for her but instead I just let it happen. She was too young to die, and it's all my fault, it's all my fault. Now my eyes are soaked like my clothes. Drenched in tears or drenched in blood.