She took a warm shower. She soaked in her patchouli,lavender, vanilla shower gel. Once she calmed and stopped crying, she got out and went to her bedroom. Her roommate was home so she had to wait until he was absolutely done with the bathroom. She pulled up her black and white stripped thigh highs. They were her favorite since they had wonderful black lace on the top. She put on her black Moresca gown and her Witchy shoes. Her hair was loose and her lips were blood red, her eyeshadow as black as a shadow itself. She walked into the bathroom and locked the door. She filled the tub with water and drops of rose scented oil, finally she dropped red rose petals that floated in the surface. She got in the tub and laid down in her gown, shoes and tights. She grabbed the razor blade and slit her wrists upward. The flesh opening showing a thin layer of fat while the torn veins allowed the blood to fill the wounds and uncontrollably started flowing towards the rose water on the tub. She grabbed the white lilies and closed her eyes. The lilies slow staining in red. Blood lilies of the weak she thought, while her pains and worries went away; released as the blood flowed now making the water completely blood red.
A blood bath on Halloween.
