me back into control. My cheek stung, and, looking in the large mirror doors in my room, began to turn bright red. I stopped crying then, as well as doing anything else. I just sat there, looking at myself in the mirror, staring at the large red mark that was now visible from this far of a distance.
Red, the red that had tormented me for so long, soon became the only thing I could see. It was such a lovely shade; such a wonderful, beautiful shade. Pretty soon, the room was covered in it, I was finally surrounded by the beauty I had been looking for for years. I began to dance around in it, laughing and enjoying the loveliness of it all. My hands wove around in graceful, swift movements as the red surrounded me more and more till I was blinded with the gorgeous color.
I finally had it. And I wasn’t going to let it go. I could no longer hear anything; I was at peace. I walked over to the paintbrush that had been sent flying along with the restof my tools and now lay on the ground in a shimmering pool of red. I dip it just once. Once is enough. There is no need to waste such beauty. I walk back to where my canvas was thrown and slowly pick it up. The smears of paint soon drowned in more