I stood in the bathroom as I looked at myself in the mirror. I had blood all over me; on my face, on my clothes, in my hair; who even knows how blood got there.

I glanced down at my hands that hadn't stopped shaking since I held Sofia's cold, lifeless body in my arms. They were covered in blood.

I turned on the water and began to wash my hands. My eyes welled up with tears again as I watched the blood slowly come off my skin.

It was supposed to be me; The thought kept reoccurring, making it hard to concentrate on anything.

I was so tired of...