And everything turned to a dark red scarlet. While i was finished him, i hearded the symphony of his heartrending cries and i was drowned with his fragrance impregned to blood. None of that displeased me, because i knew that all that, the range of colors, the aroma and his agitated voice asking for mercy; it was the result of what i had just done, and what i had just done was called justice. It wasn't as obscure and obscene as it sounds. I had a lot of fun, killing someone is an entertaining experience.
Suddenly, everything changes from red to black, and then ... I waked up.
I know, it's not the kind of dreams that an eleven year old girl should have. but that is what there, since what happened that afternoon. That spring afternoon, when the cherry trees blossomed.