The bloody hands. The cold air. His stinky breath went towards me. Blood was smeared across my perfectly white shirt. His eyes turned bright red. I saw it. The chest hair. His abs, down to his thigh. I could see a slight smile on him as he decided to walk away. From this mean situation. He told me to stay calm and that I would be fine on my own. I couldn't understand why he said that. He was covered in blood. He was the one who needed the love and care, not me. I was just a worthless freak with platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I couldn't imagine what I would be like without him. He had done everything for me. This was my only chance for life. He was my everything. I could feel my guts starting to change. Everything in me felt wrong, like I did the wrong thing. I had been with him for years. I wasn't going to let them take him away from me. I was determined. To make him live. To let him stay on earth. But he was already gone, in my arms. I was stuck on my own. I was pulled away from this stinky situation. Blood was drawn from me and I couldn't tell what happened next. My vision went blurry and I had woken up about an hour later.
Where was I?
