I like how you switch from teh good things that happen to be colored in red to the dark things who share the same color. It's a nice thought and you portrayed it perfectly along with your well-written style.
The demons make the narrator think red as the loveliest color only because she is hurting her self and she cans ee her own blood on the cut skin and the scars inside her thighs and wrists.
It makes it impossible to not feel sorry for her and not wish for her to finally see that the pain is only going away for awhile and the only thing that remains are the aftereffects of scars and cuts.
The demons make the narrator think red as the loveliest color only because she is hurting her self and she cans ee her own blood on the cut skin and the scars inside her thighs and wrists.
It makes it impossible to not feel sorry for her and not wish for her to finally see that the pain is only going away for awhile and the only thing that remains are the aftereffects of scars and cuts.
-Maria.