Why did he want to see it? What is the attraction to this crimson river that runs through all of us? It carries nutrients to our bodies and oxygen to our brains. It makes us warm or it can turn to ice in our veins. Blood is life… If we lose too much of it, we die.
I looked down at her, lying on the cold morgue table and I wondered… Why did he want to see it? He said the knife showed him what they really looked like with all the masks of humanity stripped away.
I open my eyes and look up at the ceiling I can't see in the dark. I can see the red blood that splattered the walls and ran down the concrete floor. It's one more image to add to all the others that dance a macabre dance in my head every time I close my eyes.
Now, I see the blood every time I open my eyes. Am I the same as him? Is blood the only constant in my life? Will I become one of the monsters that I seek one day?
I reach over and turn on the light. I look at my hands and I scream. The blood is there! I scream till they come and take me to a place with padded walls. They tell me the blood isn't real. But I can see it! I can see it all over my hands and legs. It's on my face; I can taste it on my lips, that coppery taste that makes me sick.
They tell me the blood isn't real. But, I know it is… I know it's real. They lie when they say it isn't real. Why do they lie to me? I'll show them it's real. Then they'll see and they'll make it go away. I need it to go away. Please make it go away!
They come into my room. One of them says that they're going to give me something to make the blood go away. I smile at them, I'm relieved. My eyes close after they leave. I dream, but the red comes back. They lied again. Next time I will kill them and I will leave this place. Then I'll wash away all the blood forever and rest in darkness.