Serafina scrubbed at her arms with trembling fingers, whimpering when the blood wouldn't get off and the stench embraced her mind, her tears blurring her vision. Her heart thundered against her ribcage, feeling as if though it would jump out of her chest and forcing her breaths to come in short pants. Heat enveloped her body, but her hand and feet were ice cold. Suddenly her throat tightened as she gasped for breath, clutching at her neck to pry off the non-existent hold and her mouth ran dry.
The washroom began to spin around her as her stomach clenched in fear at seeing her white dress turning into a murky crimson-brown and her make up smeared all over her cheeks, running down with red splatters across her face and fingers trembling beneath the running water.
Everything began to move a
