It's raining all around me, and I'm cold. Every word that plays over and over in my head hits me as hard as the cold rain against my skin. The rain is slowly turning into sleet, and it reminds me of his harsh face of disapointment and anger, wrenching my stomache twisting inside me. His dagger, just twisting in my stomache, his dagger eyes. I have to get away from this stupid world of black and white. Y is the whole world in color except for here? I rush to the car, shuffling for the right key in desperation for an escape. The rain is going higher and higher up my thigh, and now dampening the crotch of my pants. I finally find the key, and open my car door, with water rushing in. I put it in drive, and hit the speed pedal. They are all behind me now, or so I think, but it turns out that I've been driving in circles around and around, in confusion, and dizzy with the dagger still stuck in my stomache. Finally, sick of all the driving, i stumble out of the car and fall, while all the world of black and white is twirling all around me, and the only thing in color is the red coming from my still bleeding stomache. I touch this only color with my pale sickly fingers and make designs with the blood against my paper-white skin, first the anarchy sign, then a little crying smiley face, and finally, i draw the cross upside-down. All of which symbolizing my screwed up tactics in life, and what the world sees me as. Just some smiling ticking time bomb. Laying there, getting sick from the whole wide world spinning round and round so fast, i notice two beats. One is my heart-beat, and the other is somethng similar, but not quite the same. I dig inside my stomache, and i feel the bomb that the first so called love planted in me, along with the basket case tendancies, and what was left of my mind, heart, body and soul. A count down ticks in my head, 10..9...8... I frantically dig into myself, trying to get it out of me, trying to save myself and all around me from the bomb inside...7..6...5... it hurts, but i cut deeper inside of me, to find it...4.. its getting darker....3...drifting even more....2....everything's so quiet....1...just let go......boom