Red is hurt.

She's always hurt.

Sometimes, her wrists twitch and often sends small shocks of pain. But it was clean so she thought it was just the nerves.

Frequently, her back and feet hurts. But mostly her cheeks, Red finds it hard to smile longer everyday, she has to smile everyday. It was exhausting.

It's rare, but she would feel headaches from long usage of gadgets day by day. Or if she smells something that makes her nauseous in a journey. Her temporary motion sickness doesn't help her sometimes.

Most of the times, it was her chest. She find it hard to breath while tormenting herself with selfish and negative thoughts that would always eat her up. It always tightens, like the noose she once tied and hid in her closet.

Reddelyn is hurt.

She has a problem.

But she wouldn't try to find a solution when she's trying to help others first.

Red is confusing.

She's angry most of the times, but others found it in a comedic way. She would agree so because she is only angry to any fictional events, or serious ones, but mostly to herself.

She's happy, others would find her as a great companion. She listens and lifts up the conversation. But she is always blankly staring with a saddened look glimmering in her tired eyes.

Red is weird.

She finds it amusing to pair others with each other to fill up the missing space in her emotions that were in shackles.

It was annoying for the others, she's aware. But she made it clear that she don't care much about it and would only do so for fun.

Red was.. devastated.

To become the close friend of an indirect murderer. The guilt felt shallow, and she felt so fake. She was confused whether her feelings are true. Or her 'condolences' were true.

She felt empty. But felt the thrill as she looks down at the casket below, with pretty pale flowers scattered around the place. The funeral of her late schoolmate named Kathleen was gloomy yet attractive.

The raindrops flowing through the picked pale and dead flowers were a sight. A sight of a remarkable moment in her friend's life.

Red felt so.. fake.

Coming to his house everyday in vain. Cheering him up, telling her childhood friend to move on. Red is fully aware that it was him who pushed Kathleen into killing herself, yet here she was, helping the one who's at fault.

Using wrong words subconsciously, blandly telling him to forget it all since it's just the past. And he has to live on, remembering the mistake as a lesson.

Her smiles are transparent, and Cedric hated them. So he would always tell her to get out of his room.

Red wouldn't blame him. She was this close on pushing him to end his own life, by tormenting him with her fake kindness.

Red feels numb.

It was just a phase, she believes. Her life would get better, but it's been months and the rain cloud was still getting darker as each days passed by.

Arianna scolded her this morning. She said that she was comforting him in a wrong way. Red wasn't genuine enough to him. She was scaring him.

Why would she go through all that trouble just to help the troubled guy..?

She didn't know. She doesn't even know what to feel.

Sometimes, she wishes to strangle the poor guy with the red ribbon he gave.

Red was successful.

She finally made progress. The brunet finally smiled-that caused her to suddenly burst into tears, overwhelmed with emotions she forgot- it only lasted shortly, and she tried to cry her tears out just to carry the act.

Red didn't find it very fun to help people out. But she cried.

Maybe she wouldn't kill herself tonight for that.

Red is tired.

She's been suppressing Wendy for too long, and she was fighting back every single second. It got worse when she placed the noose she tied under Cedric's blankets on his comfy bed.

Red only wants the story to be different. She wants to see the end of it, if only there was a way she could kill the damn blonde without killing the severely harming the physical body itself.

Red saw the blinking lights of red and blue.

She ran and stopped in front of the Burnham's residence with her signature concerned hard look plastered on her pale rosy face.

The mother ran up on her and cried on her shoulder, the father approached his wife and the teen who he sees as his own child with tears threatening to pour from his eyes.

The mother's words were slur and incoherent. Her murmurs filled with grief and pain made Red feel less emotionless.

Red could hear the words, and soon realized that she was talking about the time that she saw her own son hanged with a noose around his reddened neck.

Out of the all the people in that moment, it was only Red who smiled to herself.

She can now leave this second body she possessed and move to the next one.

Red would find it entertaining watching Wendy break down so bad, that it will end up just like what happened to Cedric.

She then turned around the corner, leaving the unconscious body of the devastated and remorseful Wendy and the panicked parents of her late friend.

And there she spotted Pete, who was rushing towards the house of his old friend.

Red found her new victim.

Red is hurt.

She's always hurt.

She was hurt because she heard the news of Wendy ending her own life right after the night of her friend's death. She didn't got to see it, she was hurt.

She needed more.

Red needed more.

Red needs more people to hurt.

And she's doing it pretty fast.

(hi insecurites, i see that you are back..)