A/N: Pitifully short, I realize. This was written by me on impulse, right before I went to sleep last night. I've read it over, but it's early in the morning right now, so please forgive me if there are any errors I missed. Can you guess who it is? Please tell me in a review! I'll update it again to give out the answer if people review… Thanks!
Caorann fridh Bronach: Knowing the wonderful soul that you are, you'll probably end up reading this. I don't expect you to know who he or she is since you don't watch the show!
I see red shadows flash before my eyes.
Hello, is someone listening? There's a scream wallowing beneath oppressive embers. Hello, is someone there? You're face is blurred in shadows painted crimson. Is anybody here?
Red and orange, orange and red—searing hues that stab me with their light. If torment was a color, this is what you'd see. If anguish was a pigment, this is what it would resemble. Darkened eyes of fury fall too heavy for my choked soul to support, too painful for my wounded mind to accept. I'm dying beneath bloodied shadows. Is anybody here?
Trickling tears evaporate in charred air, thick with hate. Singeing, endless pain echoes through my mind, burns bright upon my face. Eternal anguish marked by flaming color. There's furtive chatter all around me—voices, loud and muffled, voices, low and shamed. They encompass me in wicked amusement and pierce me with their joy. Is anybody here?
Someone's scream is shattering the crackling radiance, disturbing the constant sizzle that engulfs the arid atmosphere. I wish that person's scream would cease--before it stabs through me like a hardened dagger.
Red and orange, orange and red…then everything turns black. Color and pain wink out of sight and leave me within a bitter void of nothing. But that scream still lingers in the air, loud and broken by rejection—perhaps it coming from…my mouth?
I must be all alone …