Scrub it Away

just a tid bit I'm not nearly close to being done with....

    I sat in the warm sand letting the cold ocean waves touch the tips of my toes. A large golden sun beat down upon me. Sand had stuck to my crimson painted hands. My new clothes were soiled with blood. Well my stolen clothes were drenched in blood. A sigh slipped from my lips. I slowly but surely walked towards the salty water, to scrub away the blood.

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was bored so sorry if it's crappy.