I don't know what I did last night.
I woke up and my hands were bloody and I was laying in a ditch on some backwoods road. My stomach was covered in blood from some strange cut and my shirt was missing.
I found my car parked next to where I was laying. The dried blood on me cracked and shifted as I climbed out of the ditch and walked over to my car.
I was able to fight off panic enough to find my way home.
When I got home I was lucky my father wasn't home. I stripped down and climbed into my bathtub to wash off.
When I finally cleaned the cut I saw that I had carved a cross into my stomach.
