I take another deep breathe and hold it in, ripping the tape off of my bare skin. It stung badly, making me cry out of pain. I look down at the wound as I throw away the old gauze… It wasn’t even deep, so why did it hurt so badly? The wound started to foam, it freaked me out. My eyes widen as I ran to get a wash rag, running it under hot water and soap. I placed it slowly onto the wound, which made it sting worse than the tape, I bit my lip to keep in my screams of pain, but I bit it hard enough to break skin. I started to taste my own blood, metallic and warm. For some reason it made me crave more… I needed more. I look down at the wound running my finger along it, but the dryness of my finger made it sting again, I screamed in pain and licked my finger. Blood. The sweet taste of it made me mad. I grab the hydrogen peroxide and pour it over the scratch, it hurt, but not as much. I continued to lick my bottom lip where I bit into it, tasting the blood that still flowed out of it.
For some reason, as I did that, I saw my wound heal… I felt it too, it tingled and hurt at the same time, but it was healing. What? What’s going on? I stopped licking my bottom lip and the wound stopped healing. This is freaky… And I didn’t like it what so ever. I don’t understand. I feel the blood from my lip start to overflow its spot and I lick it so it doesn’t drip down from my chin. After that the wound finally healed up, and I could no longer feel the pain. I was puzzled, I didn’t understand what was happening to me, what was the cause of all this? Was it last night? Was my encounter with that man the reason? I… I don’t… GAH! This is all so confusing and hard. I don’t know what to do. I clean up and throw everything away.
By now my lasagna is probably cold, so I re-heated it… Again. So many thoughts were flowing through my head, lacing its way to my insanity. Too much has been going on and I don’t like it one bit. I don’t deserve all this. I pull my food out of the microwave and place myself onto the couch; I start eating, but suddenly found myself not hungry… I eat anyway so I don’t starve myself. During the midst of eating there was a knock on my door. I glanced at the clock. 9:50pm. I start to panic a bit, was this going to be a repeat of last night? I hope not. Oh dear GOD I hope not. I slowly make my way towards the door, and something clicks in my head. It’s him… For some reason I had the feeling it was him. I open the door and I see him clearly this time, he’s right in front of me. He begins to walk forward and I begin to walk backwards; our eye contact never breaking. What does he want from me? What did I ever do to deserve this kind of torture?
