She sat alone, her copper-red hair falling around her face in a mess she didn’t care to fix. Her eyes would not focus as she thought about nothing…bending forward, her elbows on her knees, hands hanging as if they were tied down by invisible weights…but she could see them.
They were the faces of those she had disappointed, of those she hated and loved, and of those who she could never love. She didn’t see the blood coloured carpet under her feet; All she saw were their faces.
Alone, that’s all she wanted to be. Free from herself and those around her.
Alone. But the faces, the thoughts and the weight wouldn’t let her.
The last thing she remembered was a sparkling tear hitting her blood-red carpet, darkening it, as if clotting it for good.