145 Despair!

Becca.

It was a long time later that I saw the reddish colour on the floor of the bath and I stared at the reddish flow blankly in confusion. It took another long moment before I saw the bruises on my knuckles and it occurred to me that in my misery, I had injured myself and that was my blood mixed with the water coming from the shower.

It finally dawned on me that I am more emotionally damaged than I thought and I know getting over this might take a long time.

Raising myself unsteadily from the floor of the bathtub, I closed the shower tap before stepping outside the tub. Running my body briskly with the big towel, I stared blankly at the blood stains on it before dropping it in the laundry basket.

Knowing I had to stop the flow of blood before I faint from loss of so much blood, I moved to the first aid cabinets and sluggishly, I brought out the white bandages and with more of doggedness than finesse, I soon had the bandages wrapped around both palms and knuckles.

Moving to my