Blood Splatters

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I am laying in his bed. I hear the front door click. Maybe he has gone for coffee. I am drifting into deep sleep, but I drift back out into the lucid awakenedness.

I need to pee. My bladder hurts. As much as my eyes do not want to open or focus, I know I won’t be able to go back to sleep unless I get up and pee.

I move my feet to the floor, stretching and yawning. I am so tired, and I need to get as much sleep in as possible before he comes back and wakes me for the day.

I get up and turn at the end of the bed towards the door. But what I see freezes me in my step.

There is blood everywhere. It is splattered up the walls, soaked into the carpet. I step gingerly into the few clear spots to try and get through it.

The door to the bedroom is open, and I can see into the hallway.

“Oh, God” I think. “What if he is dead? What if that wasn’t him leaving?”

I move through the doorway on tiptoe, trying to make sure that I don’t step in blood. It is splattered in the hallway. There is so much blood everywhere. There is more blood than one human could possibly contain.

I am equally concerned for his safety and also focused on how we will clean all of this up. I think of the scrubbing that will have to go into it, and how will we get it all out of the carpet? This will certainly be a task; one that I don’t want to take on.

“Shit it’s going to be a bitch to clean all this blood up.” I think.

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Vennie Kocsis

Vennie Kocsis is the author of the best selling cult memoir, “Cult Child”, and is listed in Book Riot’s top 100 cult books. Visit her website to see her other publications and offerings.

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