And all I saw was red

Time had past and society had grown to a world where the upper class was held atop a silver platter. They did not see pain. Never upheld sadness or abuse. Not a hand could be placed on the wealthy and higher class for they had the means of total destruction. Our story starts with a girl lucky enough to be born within the rich society.
This girl was as normal as can be, with a happy family and all she could ever ask for. Ever since she was very young she had always enjoyed the color red. Red was for strawberries, sweets, valentine's day, and the color of a bright shiny apple. Red brought warmth and always made the girl feel especially happy.

As the years passed, the girl became obsessed with the color red. Her wardrobe held multiple shades of red ranging from the brightest shade of ruby to the deepest depths of maroon. All items within her possession upheld a tint or shade of red. All other colors seemed dull and extremely wrong to the girl. The girl was spoiled and took many for granted. While others within the higher ranking society knew of the lower classes' pain and suffering, the young girl grew oblivious to the suffering and pain others may have felt and believed the people who worked under her were created just for her. She strived to get just her way and always ordered around the servants to undergo multiple tasks daily to fit the girl's needs.

Her obsession with the color red grew to the point where even her dreams contained the bright color. She dreamt dreams where she would fall into an endless swirl of red. The color solid and the unmoving as the sensation of falling enveloped her.

Her normal life continued to remain the same until an unexpected first day of middle school occured. The girl was just about to enter the lifestyles of the teenage years, her clothes already picked and laid out at the foot of her bed the night before.

The girl bounced down the steps of her stairs with a bright smile plastered to her face. With a quick wave and good morning to her parents, the girl grabbed for a bright shiny apple and bounded out the door. The girl happily skipped down the quiet sidewalk of her neighborhood, the school already within the girl's sight. The girl frowned slightly at the dull green color that colored her school for two years, but onward she continued. As she entered her class, the teacher greeted the girl with a warm smile on her bright red lips. Already liking the teacher, the girl beamed in response before taking a seat. Beside her sat a girl with vibrant red hair. Pleased with the person's hair color, the girl smiled and tried to make friends with the natural red haired girl.

Classes passed and the girl started making many friends. Her obsession with the color red never fading. All seemed normal and typical for the first day of school, until art period came.

The slightly disarranged teacher came in with an armful of art supplies in her possession. The students were to use any of the supplies given and to merely create what they deemed are. The girl didn't know how to create, never had she even picked up a crayon in her recent years, and her sculpting was a true horror. Frantic she searched to room to gather ideas from her fellow classmates. Out of the corner of her eye, the girl noticed a boy holding his hand in pain. Red dripped from his palm in slow trickles of blood red.

Fascinated, the girl rose from her seat and maneuvered her way towards the bleeding boy and crowd slowly forming around him. The girl had never seen this red seeping from the boy. It was beautiful and almost perfect, the red nearly brought the girl to tears. Pushing past the frantic classmates, the girl peered innocently at the boy.

Curious, she asked the boy what happened. The boy explained how he was using a cutting tool for the clay and accidentally cut his palm. The girl then asked the boy about the red. Confused, the boy looked down at his now bandaged hand and gestured towards it. The girl nodded cheerfully in response. Bewildered, the boy began to explain to the girl of blood and how everyone had it. The girl blanked as the concept as she nodded her thanks and made her way back to her chair.

Through most of the class, the girl thought and thought over the boy's words on blood. Soon she was brought back to reality as the teacher announced the near end of class and the ending time of their pieces of art.

The girl began to panic, this whole time was wasted and not an idea of art was even formed in her mind. The girl's eyes shifted until her eyes once again landed on the boy. Blood. The word echoed tauntingly in the girl's mind. Blood. The call grew louder and louder until the girl couldn't take it anymore and shot up from her chair and ran towards the pottery supplies. In her hand she clutched a clay covered dulled knife.

Wildly she charged towards the boy and cut at his left uncovered arm. The boy shouted in first surprise, then pain as the girl plunged the knife in deeper. The bright red color overwhelming her vision before the color blurred as tears began to stream down her face. The color was truly magnificent. Cries soon erupted from the classroom, small callused hands strongly grabbed for the girl's wrist. Stunned, the girl froze in confusion. Why wasn't anyone else staring in awe at her work. The girl looked up to the teacher, her words muffled. The teacher was frantic, a look of pure fear and determination to get the weapon out of the girl's possession enveloped the teacher's features.

Something in the girl snapped once the teacher reached for the clay knife. Feeling possessive, the girl clutched the knife tighter and waved it frantically at the teacher. This was her art, it was the teacher who told them to create something, and she wasn't done yet. The girl angled the clay knife towards the teacher and plunged the object into the closest area she could reach in order to get the teacher to let go.

The teacher's hold lightened immensely before the hold became non-existent and the bright red substance began to pool at the girl's feet. The girl froze as a euphoric feeling began to well up inside of her. If she were to cut these people, more of the beautiful red would appear. If she were to aim and get the chest area, then the color would appear faster. With a crazed look in her eyes, the girl turned towards her classmates. The pretty color she was so obsessed with, blending in with her clothing. Soon, the whole room would be the same pretty color.

And all she saw was red.