Shocked. That didn't even explain how I felt at this moment, it all felt so new to me. The pain, the tears, the blood just made sense as it trickled down my sweater to form pools at the bottom of my bed. What had I done? I hurt him, I made him feel worthless and what he did to me was just as bad, two wrongs doesn't make a right. The words still seemed to skim over my mind as I didn't quite understand what they meant. Two wrongs don't make a right? Who's wrongs and who's right? Who hurt who and who hurt who back. Was I hurt, did I hurt someone because they hurt me or was I hurt because I hurt someone who then decided to hurt me. Either way I was still hurt.
"Jacob, get you're ass outta bed, now!" The sound echoed through the house as footsteps made creaking noises on the stairs to my room.
"Jacob! I said get you're ass outta----- Oh God!!!!! WHAT HAPPENED, Who did this to you, did that jerk Nathan hurt you?!?"
"M--u-m." That was all I managed to squeak out, my mother stood there mouth hanging wide open as she tried to form the words in her mouth.
"Okay, calm down Tracey, you got this just cal the doctors and-" was all I managed to hear before I dropped, letting the eyes roll to the back of my head, sleep cursing through every organ and blood cell in my body.
