I fell down from the stairs today. Got some scratches here and there. All of them were bleeding and for some reason I felt good about it. The oozing blood seemed delicious so I tasted a bit but then I couldn't control myself and ended up peeling some parts of the skin, a bit more.
I could hear the loud noise coming from T.V. in the living room. Probably everyone was busy watching some damn old movie.
"..To me, you are perfect..."
The same old dialogue, my whole family was so fond of. I never understood the craze and probably never will. Not like I want to anyway. But thank goodness they couldn't hear my fall. It seemed so silent that I myself was unable believe it for a while. Then slowly the realisation hit me. I had been bleeding.
If it wasn't for my mom calling out for dinner, I would have sucked a little more as if almost making the scarlett substance disappear from my body, a little closer to being paler than I already was.
