I got hurt again. I couldn't remember going to bed but when I woke up I was in a pool of blood. I wanted to scream, but at this point I'm used to it. I woke up and went directly to the shower. Looking at the clock on the counter (?) next to the sink. It was nearly 4 o'clock in the morning. This was a good thing, I could easily wash my sheets before anyone woke up. This didn't happen too often but when it did I couldn't remember the last few days. I just hope I didn't miss graduation. I got out of the shower and quickly removed my comforter and my sheets. Walking to the washer I tried to keep the hallway as clean as possible. Drips of blood periodically splashing on the wooden tiles. As I stuffed all of my bloody blankets and clothing into the wash I poured a capful of Purex directly into the washer. I closed the lid and it hummed to life, filling with water and beginning to spin the sheets clean. I walked into the kitchen and the stove indicated that it was now 5:30 I grabbed a poptart from the pantry and a cold coke from the fridge. Sitting down on the couch I enjoyed breakfast while watching the news. I was about to turn the tv off and go for a jog when the news started talking about how a person had gone missing from my area........... Ok so maybe I was a little bit crazy.