Blood dripped down the mirror, dribbling like water but trailing like some sort of gel. The person looking back at me in the mirror wasn't me at all. I couldn't be. If this person was me, I would be disgusted. I would throw up. But I wasn't the throwing up sort at all. Not anymore.
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