Shadowgate
Arm raised high; you swing hard into the mirror. Shards of glass pierce the air, as well as your body.
The blood pumps steadily from your wounds as your mind races. Falling to your knees you begin tearing pieces of cloth from your garments. Your hands tremble as you wrap the makeshift bandage around the seeping wound in your forearm. With vision blurring, you eye over the blank brick wall beckoning you from behind the shattered mirror. Shivering, you lower your head to the floor, your last thoughts are of self loathing as the blood expands beneath you.
The blood pumps steadily from your wounds as your mind races. Falling to your knees you begin tearing pieces of cloth from your garments. Your hands tremble as you wrap the makeshift bandage around the seeping wound in your forearm. With vision blurring, you eye over the blank brick wall beckoning you from behind the shattered mirror. Shivering, you lower your head to the floor, your last thoughts are of self loathing as the blood expands beneath you.
