Status: Complete.

Carved in Crimson

Red hair, don't care.

That's what my mom always said. She would always say red was her favorite color. Turns out it's not everyone's.

I am beautiful.

That's the mantra I repeat to myself. Their stupid, cruel chain post was only supposed to be a joke. Except, not everyone thought it was funny.

Crimson is the color of revenge.

They say words have never killed anyone, but I think that's debatable. Something that's a fact? Knives have.


Word Count: 3634

Warning: Contains self-harm, violence, and language.