Red is a beautiful color. Dark red is hypnotic and somehow calming, like that of blood. It pulses under the skin and rushes as adrenaline surges. It's the color of life and the hue of a setting sun as it leaves its last mark on the day sky. It is the heat in one's cheeks as they flush with some strong emotion and the ink coloring a love-letter. Red burns like the end of a candle, it mixes with other colors without submitting under pressure, it is strong and demanding.
John forgot just how much he missed the color red.
The events leading up to his cutting-spree are just a bit obscure, and start, as they usually do, in the most casual observation. Blood coursing down his leg and arm, he thought back three days prior, to one of the best days of his life.