There's not as much blood as I thought there would be.
Still, it is bright red. Does she care? Will she even know?
Someone will have to clean this up, but, it's not too bad.
Still, there should be more.
It's hard to think straight, with all this redness on the floor
there's some on the door. Will she even know.
It was just a small sting, no pain, it was quick. Then the redness came. How could she know, if I don't tell her it's here?
I think I miss her even more now. Does she even care?
I need to get up. Everything has slowed down. I must clean this up.
I'll just wrap a bandage aroung the wrists. She'll never know.
And by the time she finds out, they'll be healed.