Adrian.
I looked down at my hand after Samuel left. It was wrapped now in that thin tissue, and stained dark with the blood. The pain was still there, but not as disturbing as before. I walked back to the mirror, or what was left of it.
Shards still clung to the frame unlike the rest that were on the floor, some with red stains on them where they’d caught my blood.
“Fuck.” I muttered under my breath.
I went to the sink and ran the tap. The water sputtered for a second, then rushed out. I winced as I held my hand under it. The tissue soaked and peeled away, and pink water went down the drain. My knuckles were torn, split open in places.
I found a small bar of soap on the counter and used it, hissing through my teeth as it stung. But I didn’t stop. I needed to feel clean, even if it wa
