Blood is a blur

I awake my eyes fluttering open. I feel a sticky wet substance upon my hand moving my fingers as it runs through my hand. I've done it again, sighing softly I swing my legs off the bed to the bathroom.
I wash the blood as it washes down the drain turning a slight pink. I can't keep hurting people like this. I dry my hands on the towel rack starting my daily routine. I knew by the end of the night I knew I'd be in another blur of blood and another victim down.