Opposites Attract
an excerpt

When she got to the point where her hand was on the doorknob, the smell had become so strong she had to breathe through her mouth in order not to faint. But even though her mouth instead of her nose was doing the breathing, the disgusting odor hitched in the back of her throat, tarnished and oxidized, making her retch and gag. She was still suppressing her violent chokes as she opened the door and entered the room.
Despite how strong the smell was, she froze and gasped.
This couldn't be her bedroom. It just couldn't be.
It was … a crime scene!
The first thing she noticed (and it was difficult to know what she noticed first because through her numbness, she took everything in at once), was the blood that seemed to encase the room. The walls wern't the pale shade of beige she spent half an hour choosing, they were a vibrant crimson red; the crimson red of blood.