Chaos and dark colors

How long before people with cracked minds shatter into pieces? How long before their dark red blood spills on the mosaic floors revealing everything, setting everything free? Days? Weeks? Months? One Day?

The choice on a Saturday morning

She had spent two decades of her life talking to people she didn’t like, touching the feet of relatives she didn’t respect, going to social gatherings that made her feel lonely. She had spent two decades of her life trying to please everybody and she was tired of it all.