I finished showering and dressed. Even though I was clean, I still felt dirty. It was like every time I looked down, I could still see the blood all over me even though it wasn't there. I wore another pair of jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt with some sequin decoration. I chose a pair of new black sneakers to put on.
I looked longingly at my new leather jacket from the brothers. It hung on my desk chair but was still covered in blood. I wished I could wear it right now, but there was no way that was a good idea. I wanted to stay as far away from blood and gore as I could for a while. I could feel myself already starting to break. Even the bullet casings on the floor were getting me worked up.
I sucked in a breath and left my room. I could see Kezia in the kitchen from the hall balco
