Red streaks, rope,and water.

My friend Ats thinks this one is sceary, I do not know how or why I thought of this or if I even did, I just had a pencil and paper and wrote. This is what ended up coming out. Hope you enjoy it.

You walk in...

I look up and see you..

You look at my arm, run over and grab it.

You are screaming and crying.

I can not understand you, nor am i able to hear the words coming from your lips.

I stand up, walk away, you follow, still yelling and crying.

I walk into the bathroom, the room of which I should have hid myself in at first.

I lock the door and start to wash the blood away, and pause..

Why am I not able to hear you?

Well, I could careless, but I wash the dried blood away, how long have I been in here?

My arm does not hurt, no feeling at all really,, as far as I know you are still at the door.

Your not, I wonder where you are, I go back into the livingroom, there you are....

The only alive thing about you is the rope that is around your neck.

I see the knife I was cutting with...I grab it, go to the bathroom, turn on the water, run a shower, I strip, get in, lay down, cutt one last time, but this time the deepest....

I sit back and wait to be drained...

He will be my best and last love, and memory.......

Forever.