Charles

Note : This was written in a very sleep-deprived state and as more of an exercise of just writing without self-editing or really thinking much about what I was writing. It just flowed out. She stared at her blood-soaked hands, bewildered. She felt nothing. Why? It didn’t matter. Her third time, the first two had left her equally nonplussed at her incongruent emotions. What was she going to do with…