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Bleeding from gashes in my legs and feet, leaving a trail of bright red blood for him. Him.....I thought he loved me?....But he....he's the one that did this to me.
tripping on a few tree root I keep my balance still and run on, away from that murder scene he called a canvas of color. I saw it as my friends splattered on wall. Or many walls as it seemed, for that whole house was covered in the rainbow of blood. Of course he didn't kill them, he said if he wished to keep painting, he'd need more paint. And that is exactly why I still live now, but all except me escaped his clutches, until now. But he won't let me go for long, unlike the rest, he'll come for me. But I don't plan on letting him find me this time, he will not see me again until he returns to his old goofy self again. Because I will not put up with being his paint can he can open anytime and take my colored fluid inside.
He....He was my Matesprite, and now....