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I walked into my house. It was quite dark, it always was. I hated too bright a room. I move around the poorly illuminated room with ease. I knew where every figure is and what every silhouette was. I stripped off the blood ridden clothes and stepped into the bathroom.
I allowed the cold water to wash the blood off my blood, it was quite soothing till I felt a sting in my palm. It was the water washing over a cut I never knew I had sustained. Using a knife can be something quite tricky, you would cut yourself no matter how good you are at using it, wearing a glove or not. I remembered the first time I used it, I was almost bleeding as much as the person I stabbed it with. I looked at the new cut in my palm among others of different sizes, each having it's own story.
