Drawing with my heart until it bleeds no more.

A garden of flowers with pink, bloodshot eyes, and a tendency to cry in response to rejection or aggressive behavior The following is a journal found at the location the abnormality was discovered: January 1st- For the new year. I will make a beautiful garden by May! I just need flowers, right? Then perhaps I can finally feel beautiful myself. January 12th- It has been hard work, preparing all the pots and soil is shockingly tedious, when I saw myself in a reflection while working, [The rest of the page is torn out.] January 24th- I finally got the entire garden arranged just how I want it! Now I need to figure out the flowers I want, I don't want anything boring like roses or tulips, I saw some dahlias last summer, so maybe I can plant some of those. The way they go from a mere bud, to the most beautiful, vibrant flowers, I'm honestly a little jealous of flowers. I wish I could bloom instead of wither. February 28th- I've spent a long time thinking about what flowers I wanted. I only want dahlias, they remind me so much of what I want, a change, the chance to show what my very being feels, yet cannot show. March 1st- I will never turn out like the flowers will, people do not bloom into their most beautiful selves. [A series of pages were torn out, one was recovered during further investigation, the page is heavily damaged, so efforts to restore the original texts were attempted] [Torn Page] [Ma]rch 11th- [Why d]oes it take so long to make a flower bloom? I want to be perfect now. Not when I [illegible] I want to be as beautiful as my heart. Not suffer in this wretched bud fo[rever.] [There is a drawing of a dahlia under the entry] March 29th- The flowers bloomed early. Time to show everyone! March 30th- They destroyed it. They screamed, and destroyed it. Was my garden that vile? I only wished to have some beauty in my life. A transformation of what isn't me, to me, my only wish. May 1st- The time of rebirth. I can finally be my most beautiful self. right? May 2nd- I am blooming, my friends screamed. my family showed hate and fear. Is my beauty that hideous to you? Am I doomed to choose living alone or tolerate the reflection?

"It was always so beautiful, when you and I would perform together, it was like the rest of the world had ceased moving, and it was only our moment, our love for music would weave into a harmony so heavenly, it would throw people into a trance. Now, with you gone, my heart has fallen off rhythm, and my soul out of tune. I will play our beautiful song again and again, but it will never be the same, without you.

. . . . . It's.. still seeping through the crevices of my body.. haaaah.. maybe I never truly wanted to stop producing these.. toys... even if it comes to rot... but... thank you.. miss.. if it even helps restrain me a little..."

I immediately pierce their skull. It was... one of the purifiers. I hate them. I HATE THEM DEARLY. They were foolish enough to make THEM their leader then, and we will never try to fight this beautiful city again. I pull my blade out, wipe it off with my cape, and leave the body of that wretched 'revolutionary' to be sucked dry by the cold concrete. The Will of The City will always serve better than my own.