RedRush – A story by a disposable teen.

As I lie there, I am suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling; a craving. I dont know what for but I want it. Badly I want it.

Am I dreaming? I pinch myself. I see red. WHY IS tHIS HAPPENING? Everything is red. My room; red. My hands; red. I Run into my red kitchen and scream to my crimson father, “HELP!”. Does he see it too? Am I going crazy? I now know what I crave. Blood. I need blood. I am young. I am innocent. I am just a teenager this shouldnt be happening!!! I grab a steak knife. I slash my young, innocent, teenage wrist. I press my lips to the wound. It is good. I dont see red anymore. The red fades to black.

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