Drip, drop, the white bathroom floor is now stained crimson red. The lightbulb swung back in forth while sparks were flying every millisecond. My head ached and somehow I found myself in a dark secluded room with only a white dress on, that is now stained red. My hand shot out of the half full bathtub, and slowly my whole body escaped the container, reaching for the mirror. Or what’s left of the mirror, for half of it was already scattered on the floor. My scarred hand reached for the mirror and wiped the mirror clean of the fog. The only thing visible were one dark blue and one hazel emotionless eyes that shot back in the reflection with blood smeared everywhere else. Drip, one second passed, drop, 2 seconds passed. All I heard were the voice of a little girl screaming to find out that was my voice who had called out. I dropped to the floor and my feet found its way to the invisible glass on the floor. The room would have never been redder. A howl was heard in the winter wind as the bright moon stared back at me. Trying to find a way out, I finally realized that there were no door, only a window was present. Trying my best to not lose conscience, I used all my strength as I tried to break the glass. After many attempts, my hands slowly stopped and a salty taste approached my taste buds.  I touch my face to find tears streaming down only in one eye. Tears? I never cried once in my life. Not when I came out of my mother's womb, not when my parents passed away, and