skittle-lips

She woke with a scream, sitting up so fast she nearly fell out of her makeshift bed. She ran a hand through her cropped copper hair when her breathing calmed, then frowned to herself as a thought ran through her mind. Red hair, red like the burning sky, red like the blood that filled her dreams and stained the world around her. The first night of her life still plagued her. Every night in her dreams she would find herself in the hands of a quickly dying old woman in a long filthy white jacket who was much, much larger than her. The woman would push a set of clothing at her, the clothes she currently wore, and the only ones she had until she