Blood slowly stained my finger red, and I let out a slight gasp of pain as the cold water hit the fresh cut. I grit my teeth against the pain, knowing that the cut needed to be cleaned out. Why was it that the smallest cuts hurt seemed to cause the most pain?

                Not able to stand it any longer, I yanked my hand out of the water and applied pressure to my finger to try to stop the stinging that the water had caused. “Shit,” I hissed as more blood squeezed out and dripped down. I held my hand over the sink and let the blood drip in there, washed away by the still flowing water.

                I quickly stuck it under the water again before drying my hand and hastily applying a band aid to it as it began to bleed again. The band aid absorbed the blood and it left a dark brown stain.

                “Lovely, just lovely,” I grumbled and turned the sink off. Plain White T’s “Rhythm Of Love” floated into the room and I rolled my eyes. I put the pack of band aids away before leaving the bathroom and heading towards my room.

                “Barry, why did you take so long?” my little sister, Rosie, asked curiously. “I cut my finger Rose,” I said and showed her my bandaged finger. She frowned and came over to me. She took my hand and inspected it carefully before gently placing her lips to the band aid.

                “Better?” she asked. I nodded and smiled. “Much better,” I said and she smiled. “Good!” She skipped back into her bedroom and shut the door, muffling the sound of Plain White T’s.

                Oh Rosie. Sweet little Rosie. She was only 6 years old, and I loved her to death. I went into my bedroom and turned on my iPod, blasting The Silence by Mayday Parade. I sang along with the music as I aimlessly began to clean my room.

                I took a deep breath and sighed before pulling out my homework and getting to work on it. I had lab tomorrow in Marine Bio. That was going to be hell. The kid I worked with was incredibly lazy and flat out stupid. He thought the microscope was broken, when he hadn’t even turned it on. Dumbass.

                He always made me do all the work, and I was sick of it. I had complained to the teacher about him, and she told me that she was planning to change seats soon anyways.

                Right now, I was doing the lab the kid was no doubt going to try to copy. I would just tell that idiot to do his own god damn work for once. I was so sick of him copying my stuff. He didn’t deserve to pass that class just from copying.

                The song shifted to Terrible Things and I sighed. Why did I listen to such depressing music? I didn’t need to put myself in an even worse mood than I was usually in. I really needed to start listening to more upbeat music.

                I could hear SpongeBob coming out of Rosie’s room now. I smiled to myself. She was so innocent. That show was so freaking dirty. Shaking my head, I got back to my work. I had to finish this lab by tomorrow, or I’d be in deep shit.

                I finished the lab eventually and put everything back in my backpack. I brushed my teeth and jumped in bed, feeling exhausted. My finger was still stinging from when I had cut it, but it would be okay by tomorrow.

                I had been quickly leafing through a drawer and managed to slice it on a razor blade. Smooth Barry, real smooth. If anyone tomorrow asked…well, I’d come up with a story that didn’t make me sound like such an idiot.

                Sleep claimed me quickly, and I fell asleep to the comforting noise of Rosie’s adorable little voice singing Silent Night.