Friday, 1 April 2011
07:30

She walked through the rubble.

A guitar in her hand, her black jacket stained with patches of scarlet red blood splattered on it. Her wound on her hand was still bleeding, but it meant no pain for her.

She continued to walk, the thick black smoke rose into the air. It was all over, but she could still sense death and hell around her.

The whole scene was like a painting, like a painting that an artist accidentally spilled red paint on, just that it was real life. It was dead silent, except for the rustling of the leaves.

She continued to walk, but her hand and leg started to hurt. The wounds inflicted back then was acting up again. As she clutched to her hand and her face cringed in agony, she put down her guitar and sat down.

She closed her eyes. This was not what she expected. She did not want anyone to die. But yet she walked in the middle of a battlefield.

The battle maybe over, but there was still going to be a battlefield in her mind.

She looked up to the sky.

It was crimson red, the setting sun painted the clouds with such a bright red.

It was like the sky was mourning for the dead.

She closed her eyes once more, and a tear trickled down her bloodied cheek.

Never leave a girl in the battlefield.





-Mitsuko des.