Chronicles Of Midnight

Bleeding Fists

Sitting on the kitchen floor with my back against the cupboard and my hand dripping with blood I phoned the only person that could ease the pain.

"hey babe" he answers with a smile that I could hear in his voice.

"Hey," I reply trying to keep the pain out of my voice.

"Whats wrong boo?" He asks sensing somethings off.

"I kind of did something stupid." I confess. He gives a slight laugh knowing how stupid I can be sometimes not realizing that this time, this time I really did mess up, "what did you do boo?" He asks.

"Please dont freak out," I start not quite sure how to tell him, "uh..I got pieces of glass in my hand and Im not quite sure if I should take them out and wrap my hand or that I might need stitches." I finally explain like it was nothing serious.

"What? why? what happend babe?" His voice growing more concerned.

"Just uh, could you perhaps get here somehow? My parents are at work." I say calmly with a sense of longing in my voice and ignoring his questions.

"Okay boo Ill see what I can do just hold on okay?" He says before saying that he'll phone me back.

I put the phone down next to me and waited. I tried moving my fingers but it stung too much so I decided to just leave my arm hanging over my leg in the position it is. The bleeding is starting to get less though, thats good right. Too bad the floor is already colored in a crimson red.

My phone vibrated and I looked to see that he was phoning back. With the hand that wasnt covered in blood and glass I answered the call, "hey"

"Hey boo, so I talked to Luke and he said he'll drive me so we'll be there in about 20 minutes okay." He explains.

"Oh okay well Im here." I return.

"Could you tell me what happend now boo are you okay?" He asks again.

"Yeah Im fine I just kind of had an accident with the mirror." I tried to explain as subtle as possible.