Jasper Pov
I just…laid here. I never even made it to my room. I didn't care. Coming home, I sat down on the couch and I just…I couldn’t move anymore. I was having difficulty with so many things. Breathing was one of them. Concentrating, that was another. Trying to calm down the panic racing through my mind. I don’t even think I slept. I just…laid here. Listening to the drip of the faucet in the kitchen. Why was the bloody thing dripping? I didn’t even use the kitchen sink. When were there ever even dishes to wash? I became distracted by this for quite a long time, to be honest. Much longer than I would have liked to admit. Drip, drop. Over and over…and over again. My life was like that damn faucet. Slowly dripping, my sanity slipping away, splashing against the bottom of the bloody si
