Bleeding Love

A flash fiction story.

Her delicate, porcelain hands were stained with miniature rivers of crimson.  The colors were stunning and vivid, but in her eyes they were already starting to fade.  White room, white walls, white floor spattered with her life.  This is what it had come to, and she was ready.

The smell of the blood was nauseating, but she knew well enough that she wouldn't be around to smell it much longer.  Everything around her was blending together in a sickening swirl, but it was the first thing she had felt in a long time.  She felt alive as she was dying.  She mustered a dry laugh at the irony, but it sounded foreign to her.  She hadn't laughed in a long time.

She wrapped her fingers around the pulsing wounds in her arm.  Blood seeped through the cracks and spilled out onto the otherwise perfect linoleum.  She was holding her life in her hands, and for once she felt as though she was in control.  Her breathing was even, her chest gently rising and falling in a smooth and sinuous cycle.  Her legs started losing feeling, so she nimbly and numbly dropped to the ground and leaned up against the wall.  Thump, thump, thump, thump, her heart was beating in her head, and that was about the only thing left that she could feel.

She slid sideways down the wall, no longer strong enough to hold herself up.  She lay broken on the floor, her arm lost underneath a sea of scarlet regret.  She reached in front of her to grab the white towel she had left there yesterday.  Yesterday seemed like years ago; she had been living today for far too long.  She draped the towel over her forearm and watched as the red spread and soaked fiber after fiber.  She wiped away the spouting blood, and for a split second the word "love" stood out like a beacon against her snow-white skin.

As the darkness she had so long awaited came and wrapped around her like a woolen blanket, she took her final breath to say, "I always knew you'd be the death of me."

Reviews

[Britt Foster]

Wow. This is completely amazing...very well written and VERY emotional. It pulled me in and really allowed me to connect with the girl in the story. The description and metaphors/similes are very well done too, and the piece flows well throughout. It paints a vivid picture....white everything except for the blood tainting the scene with red. I can see it perfectly in my mind and that setting adds a lot to the intensity of the story.

Really, I have no complaints and think that this piece is quite perfect.

Keep up the amazing work!

[Aimee]

Oh...wow.
This is extremely gripping.
I could actually feel the pain that the girl was feeling.

Definitely one of the best stories I've read in a while.

Fantastic job. [: