It's red. It pours from me. I look down and see a flash of rouge before my lights go out. All I see is black. My two favourite colours.
How did I get here again? Why am I doing this?
I slowly come to.
My mum's face jumps out at me. Her expressions are varied. She wonders why I am doing this to myself. I don't know either.
Then she disappears.
This is why I do it. To see her. I miss her blonde hair, her smell of flowers and trees. She won't come back.