Slowly it opened the little scratched door; the horrible noise that resounded was breaking the silence. The fabric of its clothes was white but drawn by blood. The door closed again. It shuffled along the room to the broken mirror and sat down leaning against the wall. Staring at the ceiling, whispered words were carved into the white skin, just to remember the day that was going to be forgotten soon.
Dripping water, cold ground, around the broken window the words were writing themselves, one of them jumped down and out of the window.

First day on deviantart, first pic here, first comment  ^~^
((memo to myself: you need a dictionary!))

Shinya I love you! thanks ^^

last words:
Alle Hummeln kommen aus Japan.