Bloody hands

She sneered in my face. "Rose, Rose, Rose" she droned. "You say I am the murderer, but your hands are the ones drowning in red" she seethed. I stared down, only to find red blood was pouring from one of my wounds. I tried to put pressure on it to stop the flow but only my hands, could hold the blood. She was right. My hands are covered in red, and there's nothing I can do about it. My demon has made me a monster.