• Decadent flowers. Bloody Memories, cry inside a never ending echo as if they would go round and round immortally. Forever trapped alone in the depths of the breathless darkness lies the words alone invisibly written on the skin of an individual. Long fuchsia hair covering a face, showing the emotion of despair and sorrow. What lies beyond that face is a white, tainted bandage wrapped along the neck tightly covering stitches of pierced skin.

    Below the neck is a stretched white, bloody shirt with stains that stretch down to the knees. In the suffocating air, the floor appears cold and full of dirt, while the only light that appears in sight is the dimmed light on the other side of the caged bars. To the right of the room is a bunk bed with tainted white sheets and a thin white blanket on each. The pillow isn't appeared to be fluffy, as there is no cotton inside the pillows. Beside the fuchsia-haired female, against the wall sitting, appears a male owning dark blue hair.

    The blue, soft tangled hair hides a face of hurt and sorrow. While below him is an identical pair of clothing. As this male opens his eyes, he is blind unable to see ever again. While he is blind, the female believes that it would be better to be blind then to see this scarred sight. It was the End before it even started, but the children didn't know this.

    Whatever was loving, wasn't needed. Whereever place love was, was empty. Those hands didn't want to reach out to angered cries, so that place was concealed. It's like blood is pouring and in order to feel the pain the blood, itself, is stared at and it's existence is confirmed, but as soon as those eyes look away the pain, just stops. The pain continues to sting. But, its the pain that reminds the children that, They are still "Alive."

    The bars of the cage begin to open, and out of the shadows appears a white masked, man with a white coat. Behind him appear two others with identical clothing. The feet that belong to them clack against the cold floor, in a rhythm. With no struggle they appear in front of the dark blue male, that appears to show no struggle. The female looks up at them and cries out, screaming, not to take him away.

    Those cries that left her lips seemed as though when they left them they belonged to no sound. For, in just a few minutes, they had disappeared along with the male leaving the female to be alone again. Her legs curve towards her stomach, while her eyes close onto her knees and her cries seem like an echo only belonged inside that particular room. All that is heard inside her heart were the words that belonged to the boy when they first met. "We'll always be so perfectly, happy. And maybe one day I'll get to see your smile."
    The overflooding tears ran down the face of the child.

    ...

    He never came back.

    ...

    Singing it's only song of misery, the girl lies trapped inside it's own nightmare. Lying so useless, in a room void of sound. She was all alone. In the dark, to no one, she will endlessly cry. With the only light, everything appears bleak