The Window

She sat on her knees, her hands outstretched, facing the ceiling, covered in blood, tears rolling down her face slowly, as she stared blankly out the window. Her lips were pursed and raw as though she had been chewing on them harshly. Her white dress was splayed around her haphazardly and was slowly soaking up the dark red liquid. The only light in the room came from a single window which let in the moonlight so that it reflected off the blood. Not three feet away was the body of the boy she once loved. The boy who betrayed her. The boy who tried to steal her purity for his own gain. The boy who deserved it.