Blood. All Amy could see was blood. Her breathing was heavy as she looked around where she was sat, seeing nobody even remotely close to her, answering her question of if it was her blood she saw all over. The question now was, where was the blood all coming from?
Amy looked down, fearing what she was going to see. She saw a few scrapes and cuts on her legs and her tights were ripped terribly. Her what used to be white sweater was now white with a deep red stain all over the front. She slowly lifted her sweater, revealing a large wound on her stomach. Amy let out a scream at the sight. “Oh my god..what do I do? Oh my god..” Tears formed in her eyes and then fell down her face. “Help! Somebody help me please!” She yelled, hoping that someone would hear her and be able to help.