I wake up with the taste of iron in my mouth, my bedclothes wet between my thighs. The pain registers like fists to my gut leaving me unable to breathe. A shriek comes out of my mouth, tiny, and worthless, and helpless. No. A blackness spreads throughout my sheets. I roll myself off the bed with a thump.
I turn on the lights.
It was everywhere. Please god no. No. No.
They said they found me, trying to shove back inside what blood pooled on the white tiles. Scooping it up and cooing it, cradling it; then screaching this isn’t fair! This isn’t fair.