•james dickinson•

blood.

so much blood.

my vision was blurry, dark spots threatened to take over. ringing was immediate, the sound making my ears burn and my head pound.

ow

everything hurt. i couldn't move. i couldn't stand up. tears started falling, though i barely noticed.

so much pain.

fuck. this was going to happen. this is what i deserve. i deserve pain, p a i n
pain.

"oh shit... fuck. someone call the police!"