Craving

Blood.

Blood spilled on the bathroom floor as I took a warm shower, the cut on my forehead bleeding out after I accidentally scrubbed it clean. 

I let the water wash through it, watching as the blood stained the water with its color. 

I took a deep breath, my body feeling exhausted after what felt like a long night. Jace and the others arrived a few seconds after we did. They brought home food. 

I couldn't hug Jace and concern crossed his face when he saw the wound on my forehead. I looked horrible although the cut was not that deep nor long. 

Still, it was eye-catching enough to make me feel ugly. Before anyone could say anything, I left them boys and headed straight to my room to shower. 

When I saw my reflection, I felt some nostalgia.