She fought herself as she painted picture after picture. Nobody wanted to see this, but she had to, and painting was the only was to clear her head of those horrible images. Her red paint, which she had a large quantity of due to her fondness of the color, had nearly disappeared. She's painted war. Blood is everywhere. Every picture she's painted today—twenty total—has the deep red stain. But there's another color that invades her mind as the red intrudes on the canvas. Sea green. The battlefield was stained with red, but her heart was stained with green.

AN: 100 words, according to Word. Hopefully, I did okay.