Bimbi's Mind

My phone gives my position away as the only light source in the room. I am rested behind the front door with my bat leaning beside me. My left hand busied itself suppressing the bleed in my stomach while I type this with one hand. The siren gets louder and the authorities will be here any minute.

Right now, I am in my bathroom. My phone remains my only companion beside me in the tub. The tap over at the toilet still runs into the sink washing the smudge of blood down the drain, there is still a patch of drippy blood above the water's radius in the sink. The water runs while it remains untouched and its shape, unaltered.