Here Lies The Red Coats *almost to the point of being trashed and rewritten*

||I felt like I was screaming into tin can. The sound wasn't going anywhere. It was trapped, just like I was. I watched the hypnotizing spiral of water chasing my own blood around the porcelain of the sink and down into the depths of the drain. The murky diluted blood seemed to taunt me, a clear representation of my weakness. Bleeding was for the weak. ||