Tik tok. Drip drop
It was beautiful... The deep red painted the wall in front of me, my blank canvas, and slowly dripped down to the floor. My paintbrush in my hand, still dripping the beautiful red liquid. The paint can lay on it's side neat my painted wall, spilling what little paint was still left inside onto the floor. It was such a beautiful site to behold. I only wished others could see my artwork for the beauty it is.
Tik tok. Drip drop.
This particular paint can was extra special. I have had my eyes on it for the past few weeks, deciding how to go about acquiring it. Today was the day I had finally decided to get it. It was a lot of hard work and, boy did it fight back, but in the end it was no match for me. After all, in the end I'm the artist and it is nothing more than a tool.
Tik tok. Drip drop.
It's getting late now. I smile a sharp toothed grin, looking over my art once more. The paint should be dry enough by now that I can leave it without having to worry about my art being ruined.
I finally leave the art room, smiling to myself. I'm going to have to find a new one soon, if I want to paint again. But that wasn't what was on my mind at that moment. My lover will see my work in the morning and that was all I cared about.
Come morning, the room will be called "a crime scene", my paint can, "a victim" and my beautiful art will be disgustingly labelled as "murder". But none of that bothers me. It just means that he will be one of the first people to see it. I hope he likes it. I'm sure he will. After all, he did tell me his favorite color is the color of my eyes; pure blood red...
A/N: Hello lovely reader. Thank you for reading this even though it's so short. Please let me know if you want me to continue this. I would like to know if you think it would make an interesting story!