I sighed and looked up at the full moon that was offering a large amount of moonlight. I could see everything, the trees behind me, casting large frightful shadows, the waves far beneath me, reflecting the moon in a distorted image on the surface of the water. My right hand was softly cupped at my side, the blood from the cut running down the length of my wrist, pooling in the palm of my hand before running off my fingertips and onto the ground below in a thick, steady stream.