Erica
I woke up with a buzzing head, a dry mouth and a throbbing palm.
I squinted my eyes and brought my palm up to my face. There was a long gash in my palm but it wasn’t deep so I won't be needing stitches. And I had wrapped in a strip of white fabric that I had torn from the corner of the sheet I had been using as a dress since yesterday but sometime in the night it must've gotten loose as my hand was bare and the cut looked double its size. Even my fingers hurt when I curled them.
Fûck.
I hadn't meant to do that. I had drank the whole bottle and then the next think I knew I was standing in the bathroom and wondering how to break it so I could take a shard long enough to murder the arsehole. But the moment I broke it, I couldn't look away from its sharp edges and my mind begged me f
