Accidentally Touched Dried Blood 소설 & 이야기

What if something had gone terribly wrong? What if he was— She shook her head sharply, cutting the thought off before it could spiral any further. Moving closer, she slipped her hand beneath his head, trying to lift it onto her lap—but the moment her fingers brushed against something wet, she froze. Slowly, she pulled her hand back and her stomach churned violently. Blood. Her fingers were coated in it. Her lips parted, and she was sure a sound left her mouth, but she didn’t even recognize it. No… no, no, no…

The blood stains had already dried up on my skin, I looked at my neck in the mirror, it still stung a bit but oddly, I felt at ease looking at the mark in the mirror. "What is going on with you?" I whispered to my reflection in the mirror. I turned on the tap on top the sink, clean water gushed out. I picked up on the neatly folded hand towels that the maid had brought in earlier, I put it under the water and got it wet then I used the wet towel to wipe the dried blood off my skin. I wiped it gently, watching myself in the mirror as I did.

I echoed finally finding my voice. I quickly reached over to grasp some Kleenex from a desk nearby and started trying to pat dry his shirt. Then bent and began to pat dry his pants. "This is entirely my fault, I was hurrying and not watching where I was going and.... and... and I'm sure the stain will come out. But if not, I know a wonderful dry cleaner they can get anything out even blood. I know that for a fact... I mean, not that I've done anything bad, just that I trip a lot, and the women who runs it is such a sweetheart and always so helpful so if you'd like me to, I can take this down there in a- "

“This is going to be some story to tell.” After a while feeling rested I went to reach to pick her up but stopped. I have dried Lykoi blood all over me and she’s drenched in her own dried blood. I should clean us both up at the stream. Picking her back up I begin walking towards the stream keeping my guard up as I go.

I knelt down slowly and placed the flowers at her headstone. A tight weight sat on my chest, pressing down. I didn’t know where it came from, but it didn’t belong. As I stood, a sudden pressure built behind my eyes. “Ugh,” I groaned quietly, touching my temple. The world tilted slightly. My ears rang with a loud, sharp buzz. Then,drip. Something warm landed on my palm. I looked down. Blood. Lifting my hand to my nose, I confirmed it,thick red streak across my fingers.

I tried to reach for my phone, but I realized it was under him. As I leaned over to grab it, his hand shot out, pulling me down beside him. “Don’t call a doctor. Don’t tell anyone where I am,” he said. My hand accidentally rested on his abdomen—blood was still seeping out. In just a few minutes, there was already quite a bit of blood soaking through my bed. There were smears on the floor from the doorway to the bed too. A wave of dizziness hit me, and I shook my head, trying not to throw up.

“Since you got here, everyone had to be careful but I really don’t see why we have to be all sensitive about it.” I stayed in the ground as I felt my hand burning after landing on it and I didn't dare move as they walked around me. I can hear them getting in their car and I waited until they drove off before I picked myself up. I saw that I scrapped my hand and tried not to touch it as I slowly started walking. I couldn’t tell which part was more annoying: that Elliot might have confronted David when I told him not to or David possibly putting me as his next victim to psychically hurt. I took my time walking home as I tried to ignore the bruise on my hand and when I finally got home I walked

What if he was right and what if I had made mistakes? With my eyes still fixed on him I inhaled and exhaled. I got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. I took off the dress I had on and washed my body. I had traces of blood on my body. I was confused! Why am I stained with blood? What happened?. I scrubbed my body trying to get rid of the blood on my body. My skin began to burn from too much scrubbing. But I wasn’t stopping at that, I scrubbed my right leg harshly and then my left leg.

Olivia says with a smile. "An accident?" "I won't want to put it that way... but don't worry it's because of me. I had something to do." She shakes her head and look at his hand which are resting on the armrest of the chair. She raises an eyebrow curiously. She can't read people's thoughts but she can read hands well. Her eyes shift to his palm where she can see faint lines of the old scars, she frowns a little and reaches towards them. "What did you do? They look painful."

Monet slowly comes to and sits down holding to the floor with one hand. "What... What happened? The last thing I remove is..." she starts then she feels her wet lips with her hands and looks at her fingers. She sees blood and she screams, "oh my God. Oh my God! Blood! Blood! Where... where... Where did blood come from? What did I do?" She asks and I take a wet paper towel from the ones on the table and I help wipe her lips as I soothe her. "Monet, it's okay. It was an accident," I say but that makes her worry more as she touches herself everywhere.