The emptiness echoed inside me.The white noise bouncing off the empty caverns within my soul.
My mother was gone.And there was nothing I could do to bring her back.
There she lay, she would look almost peaceful if it weren't for the crimson smears across her pale white skin.
My mother was the canvas, pure and white. My father just had to ruin her with his dark colours.Her eyes where closed, and thick black eyelashes swept against her high cheekbones.
If I tried hard enough, I could just pretend that she was sleeping. Though no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop the scarlet tears that crawled down her face and neck.
She looked grey, her skin so pale it looked something akin to glass. Just one touch and she would shatter into a thousand pieces beneath my finger tips, she had never
