• -Opening my eyes slowly, I awaken on a bed with silky white sheets. The white isn’t even the slightest bit off… It’s more of a pure white then any white I’ve even seen. Crimson petals of roses are littered all over the bed, just like they would do to a married couple right after they made those dreaded, permanent vows. I feel the taste of blood and fabric inside of my mouth, and the cloth is stained by my deposit of red life juices. The room is spinning, and I am so light-headed from the blood loss I can barely see. Even so, my vision focuses at his laughing eyes, and he doesn’t seem to care about the pain I am experiencing. His beautiful face makes me angry now, and his sick smile makes the anger cloud over my mind even more. His white shirt is opened in the middle, showing off his muscles, the reason why I have lost this fight. His off-white pants are stained with my blood, and yet for some reason I don’t think he cares. Maybe that’s what he wants. His eyes are the thing that gets me the most. Those beautiful, wonderful blue eyes I had remembered… were now a blood-thirsty shade of red.-