A/N: Hey. Had this one written up for a while, just had to finish 'Mixed Emotions' before starting up something new. I guess i have some sort of idea where i want this story to go but its not completely clear. My ideas could change and stuff. But something i do know is that this story is not a nice, happy and fluffy one. So if you don't like angst and/or tragedy fics then this isn't for you. After writing 20k words of fluff and lovey dovey stuff i needed to write some angst.
Blood Stained Heart.
Prologue.
X.X.X
Were her sleeves usually red?
No.
Since when did she wear a black skirt?
Since you left.
Don't look at her.
It's not your fault.
Her hair is out.
What happened to the juvenile pigtails?
Trying to blend in.
The stain of her wrist.
Why is it red?
Don't look at her!
Is it hot?
No, it's just you.
Why are blushing?
It IS your fault.
See her eyes?
Unfortunately.
They're red and puffy.
Crying?
She's alone.
Where are her usual friends?
She knows your looking.
Her face.
It's wet.
Defiantly crying.
Why is she holding her wrist?
IT'S YOUR FAULT!
You're not bothered.
Pretend.
Continue to laugh.
Keep walking.
You don't want to stop.
You don't want to ask her what is wrong.
You don't know her.
She is a no-one.
IT'S YOUR FAULT
Who is she again?
A/N: Thanks for reading, appreciate it if you reviewed. Loosely based on CronaSE's story Disintegration.