The water was clear and still on that day.
Nobody knew that one day it would be tinted red.
Blood.

This salty contrast to the usual glassy surface on this
Pond made it forever tainted.

It was as if the pond had sinned and had it's own
Scarlet Letter.
One would ask why.
I don't know.

She doesn't know why she did it.
She can't know why she did it.
She has no more thoughts.

They ended on the day the pond was stained red.
With blood...
Her blood.

She thought it would never get better.
She thought nobody understood.
Little did she know...

The pond had it's own way to understand.
It heard her thoughts
It felt her pain when the first droplet of blood
Shattered that still surface

The one movement of her hand
Every thought she'd ever had
Every waking moment of her short life
Wasted

And for what?
The one thing she'd ever loved to be unclean forever.
The blood seeping into its banks

The pond
It's been in her thoughts all the time
Even in her death

Memories of sitting on the dock
Laughing
Gossiping
Reading
Praying
Weeping
Those memories plague the pond and shall forever
Live in the waters of the graceful work of nature

The last memory
Gruesome
Pain
Blood
Death
Sitting, not just on the edge of the dock,
But on the edge of Sanity itself.

Bringing the hand holding the dagger up.
Right to her throat
Last words she ever spoke
"Please don't hate me for doing this."
One last willful movement, across her throat
Piercing her delicate skin
Slicing her throat
Bringing forth that droplet of blood, to shatter the surface

The last movement she remembered was tumbling head first
Into the pond she'd loved so dearly
For her spirit to stay eternally

That was the day the pond was tainted forever
With blood....
Her blood