Crimson

Last night she spoke to me, well...she kinda sorta spoke to me, she was inside my head, like she was psychic.

She appeared in my room, like a bloody ghost, materializing out of thin air, I thought I was ready to talk to her but i just froze, not of fear...I dunno...it was nostalgia, I knew her, not a single damn clue of how that was even possible but I swear to god I knew her. It was totally different from the last visit.

She was so close to me this time, her scent filled the stuffed stench of my room, her hair illuminated the walls, her piercing eyes penetrated into my very soul. I just stood there right in front of her, mute, staring awestruck-ed, she then reached out and held my freezing hand...

What happened next was not entirely pleasant.

Voices rushed into my head like tidal waves, I thought my skull was going to explode.

Then it stopped and my knees failed me. I took a few moments to collect myself. By the time I looked up, she had tears streaming down her face...I wanted to utter something but she was already gone, yet again.

It was no legend.

It happened.