Introduction:
The colors of that night were pretty much all I could remember. The redness of the blood all over the place so much blood. The colors in the toilet after I threw-up. All of them somehow connected to me. How I made them all be that way. My poor judgment in men. My carefree existence. God why did she have to break that stupid vase. That’s what started everything. I remember watching an episode of Buffy when I was little and I can’t really remember who the person really was but what they said was along the lines of “There are moments in your life that make you, sometimes they’re little subtle moments, sometimes they’re not. I’ll show you what I mean.”