DAMIEN’S POV
I stare down at my shaky hands tainted with crimson red as I seat on the toilet seat.
My eyes hurting from the lack of sleep that had lasted for a week long and my hair matted from the sweat occasionally dripping from my head down to my face.
The familiar feeling of fatigue seeping through my body as my eyes grew droopy.
The routine once again playing itself again.
Anyone who sees me in this state, would probably yell the words “Just go to sleep”
Like it was as the easy as the words spoken out of someone’s mouth.
But I couldn’t sleep, no matter how droopy my eyes got, I just couldn’t slip into that deep slumber. Any time I tried, I woke up with the same crimson stain on my hand.
It was getting harder to breathe these days. I don’t know how they ended up on my hand
