I stood in the bathroom as I looked at myself in the mirror. I had blood all over me; on my face, on my clothes, in my hair; who even knows how blood got there.
I glanced down at my hands that hadn't stopped shaking since I held Angela's cold, lifeless body in my arms. They were covered in blood.
I turned on the water and began to wash my hands. My eyes welled up with tears again as I watched the blood slowly come off my skin.
It was supposed to be me; The thought kept reoccurring, making it hard to concentrate on anything.
I was so tired of crying. I wanted to break something or hit someone, but I had no energy so all I could do is cry. I gripped the sink in anger as I remembered her face.
"I'm afraid I'll never see you again"; her voice rang through my head, making me instantly punc
