You Are Not a Monster

Bleeding Out

"I'm Bleeding Out
So if the last thing that I do
Is bring you down,
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
I'm Bleeding Out
I'm Bleeding Out for you,
For you."

Sam was half asleep on the couch when a loud clang jolted her awake. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest that she was sure somebody across the room would have been able to hear it.

She grabbed the shotgun she kept hidden behind the grandfather clock in her living room. Making sure it was loaded, she snuck to the door and checked through the peephole. Seeing nothing, Sam shook it off as another raccoon or something. But when a strange whirring sound followed by a groan sounded from the other side of the thick wooden door, she spun back around. She unlocked the door, keeping the shotgun pressed to the wood in case she needed to fire.

When she opened it, she found a man sprawled on his back dressed in a black uniform with various guns attached to his waist. An additional one was slung over his back and there were knives strapped to his thighs. Blood pooled around him, leaking from his abdomen and his back. There were bruises on his cheekbones and cuts above his eyebrows and on the flesh of his cheeks.

The guns and cuts were nothing compared to what had Sam frozen with her eyes wide. It was his left arm.

It was made of metal.

Suddenly, he jolted as he gasped for air. His eyes shot open revealing ice-blue irises. There was a certain deadness in them that made Sam shiver.

"Who are you?" She demanded, hiding her fear.

"I...I don't know." The man breathed before his eyes shut and his breathing evened once more.

"Dammit." Sam muttered before dragging him into her home.