BLOOD OF MY BLOOD!!!
Knees knocking, as I beheld my palms, soaked conspicuously in blood,blood of my blood. I turned the tap furiously with my legs struggling against gravity, my stomach trying to keep all my visceral organs in place. I scrubbed and scrubbed in an effort to erase all evidence or any other questionable element. After which I was finally free... or so I thought. 6TH JUNE 2014 Dragging my sore cold feet into the elevator after another exhaustingly cold day in pharmacy school. Sincerely, I was starting to think in doses, sleep with medications and talk in prescriptions. Dribbling through my bag for my keys, unlocking my door, finally the warmth of being home. Left leg in front of the right, as I reached for the lights I felt a slippery surface beneath my feet and in that instant landed flat on my back. In an attempt to feel my way back up, I only fell again. “This isn't water”, I thought to myself while I managed gather a good grip and hit the lights. ***uncut*** I yelled out...