Alone...
This is how she feels...
Sitting under the swaying willow tree in her backyard...
Painting on her arm with her sharpened paintbrush...
She paints her feelings until she can see no longer because her eyes have become rivers with the strongest current she's ever known...
The teardrops that run down her face are reminders of all that has been said and done to her...
Her mother leaving in the night, her father screaming that it was her fault, all the boys who'd touched her...
No friends has she ever had so she sits by herself creating beautiful paintings using crimson red...
She hears a noise, so she looks up from her exquisite painting to see a boy with eyes the color of the deepest ocean...
He sees her painting and starts to cry...
Running towards her he grabs her paintbrush but it is too late..
The  painting is her final masterpiece upon which her one last tear falls...
He sits with her, screaming for help until his voice becomes raw...
He knows that no one will come but still he screams...
The beautiful girl before him has lost all her color and death has plucked her from the boy's grasp...
All that's left of her color remains on her forearm in the most beautiful painting the world will care nothing about...