Paint

"What a beautiful color!"

"So deep!"

"Luscious, even!"

The prima ballerina smiled as she made her way to her dressing room.

Slamming the door shut behind her, she ignored the muffled scream of the young ingénue she had tied to her sink.

The girl's pale white skin was covered in cuts--some old and scabbing, some new and still bleeding.

Wiping the old, dull red from her lips, the prima ballerina stood up and tip toed over to the girl, the silver knife clutched in her hand.

"They love my new color," she smiled as she knelt down before the trembling girl. "But it's not quite what I'm looking for."

Without a word, she sliced the girl's throat, the bright red blood splattering her face.

Standing to look in the mirror, the prima ballerina rubbed her finger along her lips, painting them a deep, vicious red.  

She smiled. Finally, it was the perfect color.

"They'll love it."

http://www.deviantart.com/art/Bloody-Ballerina-259300819

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There's just something fun about ballerinas and twisted creepy stories. Ballet is supposed to be this beautiful, poetic performance, not twisted and wrong... but if you think about it--how the ballerinas contort their bodies and feet, maybe it isn't as perfect as we think it's supposed to be.

 

I know I'm a few days late to this writing prompt, "paint," but I immediately wanted to work with lipstick and blood (of course). Ballerinas, blood, and madness... what's not to love?!? This is starting to sound like Black Swan now...

 

Only 8 more days until Halloween!

 

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