Stumbling.. He stumbled.. tripping on himself and the screeching blade under him as well as his sanity. His gray eyes stared ahead at the cracking pavement and merry houses, the slacked blade jumped in his loose palm as it hits the cracks and pebbles.

SCRREEEE SCREEEEE

He dragged his feet along the side walk, reluctant to sneak a glance at the happiness in the windows, his mouth felt dry... He should of picked up a soda when he was at home. He liked the diet soda, not because of its 'weight loss' purposes... its just because that reminded him of her.

SCREEEE SCREEEEE

His feet were tired, he wanted to rest though something more was bringing him on.. Making him able to move his legs without much resistance, he liked to call this feeling 'RED'. RED was the feeling that he couldn't explain, though he usually never had to deal with RED. Though RED was good, RED made good choices. RED was RED.

SCREEEE SCREEEE

Dead eyes stared at the particles moving in the hair, a confetti arrangement of colors wafted in the air, he knew that was some of the effects. His hands felt clammy as he walked nearer and nearer to what his goal was... He liked to walk on the cracks because its what she liked to do.
He felt an iron taste in His mouth, it was RED. RED didn't mean it. RED never means it.

SCREEEE SCREEEE

Lifting His dead weight to the steps of the nice house, the house was nice, the house was a good color, she liked the house, he liked the house though more importantly, she liked the house. He started to count how many times she wasted his valuable time, his thoughts, his words, everything. RED didn't like it. RED he found, didn't like her or it at all.

SCREEEE SCREEEE

He opened the door, She never locks the door, the door is never locked because she never locks it. He drags his long machete up into the big house, the sound still screeching though to his ears, it was more like purring. The purring reminded him of her noises, the screeching reminded him of how she constantly made his ears bleed and his eyes melt. RED didn't like it at all.

SCREEEE SCREEEE

Every step of the stairs seemed like a chore that she made him do, she made him do everything while she did nothing, she did nothing as he did EVERY MOTHER FUCKEN THING. She betrayed him, He didn't like it at all, RED FUCKEN HATED IT, RED was thirsty.

SCREEEE SCREEEE

She cheated on him, she punched, she yelled, he didn't understand why. He just wanted her to be happy, doing everything for her, protecting her from danger. When he found the person and her together, she yelled at him for being inconstant. RED was festering, RED was always watching. RED was always waiting.

SCREEEE SCREEEE

Opening her door, he stepped carefully over to her. Zombie eyes staring down, his hand gripping the long blade. He looked around, his breath shallow and hands clammy as his eyes saw a small pink box. He shifted his weight to it, though closing the door first, he opened the small box. He smiled, the box played sweet music, it reminded him of her, everything since that day reminded him of her.

SCREEEE SCREEEE

He turned around, his eyes crooked and his grin in a curious gant, she'd moved restlessly over in her bed. He loved her, RED HATED HER. Festering, festering, his RED festered into a devious, sadistic, maniac thirsty. RED was thirsty. RED needed a drink, RED needed a drink because RED was thirsty.

SCREEEE SCREEEE

He walked to her once more, his crooked eyes turned wide and his smirk reached from ear to ear. Pupils small, hands up in the air, She looked so beautiful to him, though RED knew she was tainted.

SCREEEE SCREEEE

RED knew what was best for him, he always did, she was a prostitute, a harlot to him. RED didn't like her, RED DESPISED HER FOR HER.

SCREEEE SCREEEE

He smiled wider, teeth a blaze as his teeth gridded to a nub, mouth bleeding, music playing softly as she turned around. Her blue eyes opened at him and his shining blade. She froze, RED liked that she froze, She froze because RED WANTED HER TO.

"SCREEEEAM FUCKEN SCREEEEAM"

RED IMPALED HER, RED LIKED STABBING HER, RED WANTED HER TO FEEL HIS PAIN. RED LAUGHED LOUDLY.RED THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY THAT SHE CRIED AND CHOKED, RED STOPPED AND MOVED UP TO HER HEAD, TURNING AROUND THE BLADE. RED AGAIN STARTED TO BEAT HER, RED MADE IT TO WHERE SHE COULDN'T FIGHT ANYMORE. RED WANTS A DRINK, RED LIKES THE DRINK, RED ISN'T THIRSTY ANY MORE. He isn't thirsty either.

........ .........
His hand shook as the door bursted open, his mom and dad were there. They sighed and walked away saying. " Clean up the mess Gorge." Because he was in his room all along, laying down, RED never existed because he would have to learn how to fight his own battles. The walls he had splattered RED. She continued living though ended up dying young, doing nothing is the best, karma always helps you in the end...