“Brianna, Brianna, what's wrong?” Margaret's rumbling noise drilled into my ears as I ran fast. She was following me at the same pace I took off. I couldn't hold back, I was unable to wait for her or want her to see me like this.
I wouldn't want to look weak to make things worse than it was. Also, I can't pay for all her kindness in my troublesome situation.
Reaching for the bathroom downstairs I slammed the door behind me and headed towards the washing tub on the side of a wall. A mirror was right at the top. My hand was clutching my nose tight to suppress the flow of blood, but soon after I dropped my hand down only for it to worsen.
Blood dripped from my nose to my mouth down to my chin and dropped in drips in the wash tub. That wasn't all, I suddenly felt a lump in my chest and it
