i was shaking too much, but the blood washed from my hands easily. I watched it drain in the sink as I slowly rubbed my hands together. then looking up in the mirror, I stared at the girl laying behind me in the bathtub, lifeless. I turned off the running water and grabbed a hand towel that hung itself on a hook attached to the wall. I carefully dried off my hands and face, noticing the blood that was still under my finger nails. I took in the sight of my reflection in the mirror and tried to remember who I was. who was I looking at? my hair was a mess and stained with somebody else's blood, and I was soaked with ice cold water. shivering, I struggled to pull off my bloody shirt, and I recoiled at the sight of the gashes on my chest. bags were under my eyes reminding me that it wasn't my fault. this wasn't me. I looked rabid and fucking insane. I brought my hand to face and flinched at my cold touch.
If I could close my eyes I'd be ok.
