The Colour Of Her Hair
Was it really a cupcake that inspired the red colour of her hair?
Did she really die it that colour-the reason being that it's the "exact same colour as a red-velvet cupcake!" as she would claim.
Her favourite?
Or was it something else? Was there another reason to her choice of colour-a reason she couldn't tell anyone; not even her sarcastic best friend, Jadelyn West?
But what-what could it be?The question that always floats around the dark haired girls head late,late in the night. She knew that there was something that the tiny girl wasn't telling her. Why was her body so tiny yet frail? Why-although she acted the happiest and most loving towards others;did she still flinch, squeak when they came in for a hug? Why. That. Colour. The one who knew. The only. Caterina Mist Valentine. The only one who knew the true reasons for her ways;the true reason for her hair. She knew that all her dark friend wanted was for her to be happy. Truly happy. For her to open up and spill everything. She wanted to too. But she knew too damn well the she couldn't. She will find out soon enough. They will find out soon enough.
And with that-Jades little angel collapses to the floor with a thud. "Done⦠done done done!" Those were the last words to escape from our redheaded friend's mouth as she screams; not in pain, but freedom as the sharp of her knife presses into the small of her pale chest. Blackness surrounded her on the inside.
What about the outside? What colour stained her? What was the last colour to be seen as Jadelyn West rushes to her side with a scream?
What the heck do you think?
Red of course. Her red.
