A/N: This is something new I wanted to look into. I haven't read Thirteen Reasons Why, yet, but I saw the show last year and have had this in my head for awhile. Enjoy and hope for more - And thank you for the support. I am a Civil Engineering Major and don't tend to have the time to read, let alone write.
Red. It's a color that I wouldn't have ever hated. It's a lingering color or lies, deceit, pain that I thought I was done with. It's the blood that I saw spill from my veins as I realized I couldn't live with this truth that was my life. My truth. My truth is that I never meant for all of this to happen. I wanted it over, while the reasons lingered. While the people who were behind the cause sat with what they did and were able to wallow in self-pity like I had done for so long. It was almost revenge, almost because I wouldn't have to see it. They'd have to live with what they've done, I'd be dead. Too much for that idea, I guess. I get to live with what I've done and watch what I caused. I get to drown in red.
