Curbside $uicide

Twelve: Crunchy Blud

I woke up extremely sore from the nights heart breaking events, scrim was next to me and I was in a crunchy pool of dried blood.
I shook scrim awake

"What THE fuck happened last night" I sat up but felt a sharp pain in my stomach "ow fuck"

"Well you have 3 dead ass dead body's in your trunk, you and everyone in the living room is wounded pretty bad, oh and we FuckEd" scrim said wiping the sleep from his eyes

"Okay but why am I glued to the sheets in a dried pool of blo- wait what?" I paused needing to repeat what he just said

"The part about dead body's in your trunk?" He asked

"No"

"we fucked?" He asked

"no I remember that becau- OHHHH THAT'S WHY IM IN A POOL OF BLOOD AHAHA" I said as I put 2 n 2 together

"Okay uhh there's people in the living room?" Scrim asked putting on sunglasses

"Yeah, what the fuck? Who the fuck? Why the fuck?" I said

"um are you serious right now?" Scrim asked

"Yes what do you mean?! Why are there people in my living room?" I nearly shouted at him

"Okay so I guess I'll start from the be-"
I interrupted him

"Im fucking kidding, how dumb do you think I am? Get the fuck out of my face I need to shower and dress my wounds" I pointed at the door

"Shut the fuck up I can stay right here there's no shower in you fucking room. Stupid bitch" he growled

"Whatever" I shouted "fucking cunt" I said under my breath

I got some clothes and walked out of my room setting my clothes on the table in the hallway and walked over to everyone making sure they were breathing without disturbing them
'1..2..3..4..5..6.. hmm I thought there was more of us left.' I said to myself quietly

I walked back down the hall going to take a shower but the door was locked
'we did come home with more people, this idiot was in the shower' I thought to myself