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Blood On The Carpet

Sam had jumped up, I wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing. I was too focused on the blood. Why did it put me in such a trance-like state? Honestly who knows, it’s just fascinating .

“Here, put pressure on it!” Sam said frantically. She tossed a black towel in my direction. I pressed it to the cut.

“It will close soon.” I said in a monotone as Sam began pushing me out of the way. She began cleaning her carpet trying to save it from the stain.

“I apologize again for your carpet.” I said in the same monotone as before. I moved out of her way as she worked.

After a few minutes she threw the towel down in disgust and heaved a huge sigh. She wouldn’t look at me. Not that I cared I was staring at the moon again. My eyes locked on the glowing white orb.

“Just go!” She finally exclaimed, standing. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me with her chocolate brown eyes. Her red hair had fallen out of her messy ponytail and now hung limply around her face. If I weren’t entranced I would have laughed.

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