Blood.

By Rosie W.

Disclaimer: (I'm lazy see first two chapters)

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The blood is thick, sliding across her palm in slow streams; it oozes across her hands, and drips from her fingers, making the water in the sink a dirty pink.

She makes no move it stop its flow, she just stares.

Shes curious.

She wonders why.

Why is it her blood?

Why is it her blood that closes portals?

Why is it her blood that creates sisters from energy?

Why is it her blood that vampires crave?

Her blood. She suddenly hates it, hates the problems it brings. She wonders that if it all drained away, would her problems drain away also.

She likes that thought Just draining away.

The sink starts to empty and she watchers as the dirty pink water spins away. She wonders if thats all life is, a huge, dirty, pink mess spinning down into a void.

No problems.

No coffins.

No feelings.

Just a void.

The broken glass is stopping the cut from closing properly yet she makes no move to remove the fragments, which glisten like tears.

She misses tears.

Misses the relief they bring.

But to cry tears, is to cry feelings, and she doesnt want feelings; she wants rest.

Noises in the next room draw her attention for a moment, but only a moment.

She knows that they will come soon, with their loud footsteps and blinding smiles. She knows that they expect her, too, to have loud footsteps and blinding smiles.

She knows that they wont want to see the blood. Her blood.

I watch her turn the tap and wash away the tear-like fragments, wash away the remaining blood.

I watch the friends enter with the loud footsteps and blinding smiles.

I watch her inner self fade away to be replaced by a plastic copy.

I watch as she turns with loud footsteps and a blinding smile.

I watch and wish I could do more.