Hannah
I see the broken glass and the smashed wooden chairs. The door is in splinters, pieces of it are scattered all over the floor.
He is standing with his back turned on me, dressed in a black t-shirt that’s torn in a few places.
“James, “I whisper and he turns very slowly to me.
This is James. Only not really….
His hair is almost entirely wet, sweat is trickling down his face. And his eyes are a bright red colour. The mirror in the bathroom is broken and I see the blood on the marble sink.
There’s blood on the tiles, too… He is hurt and my eyes search his body. Where….
I see the cut on his arm and then my gaze travels to his knuckles...
“Are you okay?” I whisper and he doesn’t answer. He turns his back on me and closes his hands around the sink. He doesn't even want to look
