“You are blind.” He spits many drop of warm sticky blood into the air. One lands on my shirt. That is when Death steps up.
“You are deaf,” he screams letting out black liquid tainting my white clothing.
I start to panick. “Please. So many people are losing me! This is not okay! We have to all be equal.”
“Innocence! It is our time!” Blood steps back and starts to gargle. Then she spits into the air releasing blood.
“Please help! All of me is black and red! You cannot get rid of me! Innocence is DYING!” My clear white vision starts to blind me with red blood, and black death. “please…”