It’s everywhere I look.
So much red.
I told her to leave me alone. I told her I wasn’t well, that I was sick. I could feel it coming on, like a fever. It starts as creeping sensation on my skin, and then it moves on to a general nervousness. I can’t stay still. I have to move. I have to do things.
She knows to leave me alone when I’m not well.
She followed me. She ambushed me. She kept asking why. “Why? Why? Why?” Her voice was so needy.
She should have listened to me, because as I stood there listening to her asking “Why? Why? Why?” everything turned red.
And when I opened my eyes again the red was still there.
Red on the white snow. Red in her short blond hair. My brown hiking boots have red spots on them. I can even feel the red on my face, drying in sticky streaks on my cheeks.
It’s her fault everything turned red. She should have listened.