|Five Sentence Fiction: Scarlet via lilliemcferrin.com|
My dearest love, long gone and forgotten by everyone.
The remnants of her life scattered throughout the room help me to not forget.
a slender form nestled in the cotton sheets soaked in scarlet. The wound on her wrist,self inflicted; with assistance from the bullies.
The rage resurfaces, a fresh wound, oozing heartache; an ache that can only be quenched when the names on the list are no more.