I GENERALLY TRY NOT TO WRITE PART TWOS BUT MY FRIEND BEGGED ME FOR THIS SO HERE YOU GO :)
T.W. blood
The safe house was silent other than the faint wailing of sirens. They won't find me. I sat up, my head pounding and the world spinning. I smelt blood. I looked down, unfurled my fist and stared blankly at the four red crescents in my palm. I moved towards the sink, fixated on the way the dim light danced across the crimson pearls. I felt something roll down my face and suddenly I could taste his blood again. And the images of his dead body flashed before me. And then two thoughts overtook my brain. The knife- I have to go back and retrieve it. But that thought was dissolved by the taste. The delicate yet heavy and overwhelming tang of his blood...No! This can't be me. I wash the red off my hand and stood there watching it heal. I put a hand to my face remembering the feeling I had earlier. It was where his blood had rolled down my cheek. I could still feel it but there was nothing there. And I could still taste his blood...
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