As the blood danced its way down my arm, tracing all my scars. I hoped, I hoped that this time I wouldn't wake.
It danced and danced until there was no space left. It fell with a crash and stained the floor.
I hoped and prayed that this would be the last of the Bloodstained dance. I wished and wished. But like most things it didn't come true.
I was stuck in this infinite loop, of watching the Bloodstained dance. Hoping and praying it would work. But only waking up hours later full of disappointment.