They told her, only sad people writes.

So that night, she tidied her room, wore her best dress, put on the nicest make up that she ever knew of and sit on the table where a picture of her smiling with a bouquet of red roses on her hands were placed, and write.

Her words jumbled on the papers, fairly reflected her thoughts. She writes because that is what sad people do, they said. She can hear her parents bickering downstairs, something about forgetting to turn off the pipe. They are always like that, every day almost. She had become immune to the noise by now.

The papers are filled with words in red now, so red that it almost looked like the ink was made out of blood. It made her thought of the red roses she once used to receive, she thought of the sender, the caretaker of her heart to whom she poured all her deepest regrets and desire. To whom she gave all her devotion and love. And she asks herself “What will happen when the caretaker of your heart became the destroyer?” Well, she definitely knew the answer now. It was suffocating, as if her soul was being torn apart, her heart to pieces. As if the universe finally stopped caring about her, abandoned her. It was like she didn’t matter anymore, if she ever disappear from the face of the earth no one will notice her absence. But people will care if she’s gone, they said.

The noise coming from downstairs had cease to be heard now “They were too drunk to keep on bickering” she thought. All she can hear now is the sound of her breathing and the sound of pen on paper. She tried hard to gather her thoughts and write her letter. A letter to those who care (if any), she became more determined now. She finished scribbling the last alphabet on the paper, put her pen away, it finally ran out of ink or more precisely ran out of blood which reflected her body perfectly, she thought.

Yes, that ink was her blood. She had filled the pen with her own blood, from her opened veins. She realized now, how her dress were stained with blood, her face are paler. They told her to stay, that people would care if she’s gone. So she decided to go. She refused to listen to what they told her to do and decided that she is better off without the people around her. Her eyes felt heavy now, the voices in her head started fading, spiraling into the darkness that are starting to cover her whole. She blinked, and faded away. Just like that.