Bloody Hands

This is the first time I am putting anything up for everyone to read.  This is the first excert from my story, I will put more up soon.  I hope you enjoy.

                Stephanie Salisbury did not like the sticky feeling of the blood as it began to cool on her hands and arms.  It brought ugly words to her mind, like “clot” and “glob”.   But thankfully the maddening, insufferable itching had stopped.  Big, fat tears ran down her sweat soaked face as she cried with relief at its sudden absence.  It was the wicked, horrible, tormenting itch that had brought her to the place that she now stood.

                “What have I done?  What have I done?” were the words that began to race through her mind.  But immediately, she shoved the thought away and buried it beneath the extreme, almost explosive relief that her body felt from the complete lack of itching that she now experienced.  There was much that had to be done.  It would be an endless night but that could not be helped.  It was all inevitable.  There had been no other way.  But still, Stephanie Salisbury, a thirty-two year old wife and school teacher, let her mind drift.  It gently sailed back to the beginning.  She would allow herself the moments it would take to recall all that had happened.  It was the least she deserved after the hell of the past sixteen days she had endured.  The drying blood now forgotten, Stephanie closed her eyes and remembered everything.