Cabinet doors open and shut. Water runs along with my blood, swears are spurted in several languages. I can feel the blood seep into my jeans and onto my thigh, from there to the underside and pool on the cool tile.
A dishrag, sopping wet with water, caressed my bloody wrist with virtually no pain. I open my eyes slowly and turn my head to the right, to the most noise, to see Ludwig leaning over the sink his body wracked with sobs tears fall freely into the sink mixing with the running water from the faucet. I look to my left to see Gilbert trying to reduce the pain as he washed the wound.
"Stop."
My voice startled myself even. Ludwig looked up from the swirling water, Gil looked up from trying to hide his tears; I grabbed his arm, making him stop his attempt at washing my arm. I took the dishrag away and threw it to the stairs where it landed on the third step up. I slowly pulled my feet under me and using Gilbert's shoulder and the counter behind me I stood. Slowly getting used to using my feet again I walk with as much dignity as I can. Clenching my hands to fists I walk to the stairs, blood dripping all the way.
In the bathroom I scrubbed my arm and wrapped it I left my bedroom with a wet washcloth and wiped up the blood from the hardwood floors. A huge pile could be seen from where I stood at the top of the stairs where I had sat a few minutes ago. Boot prints walk through the blood and then out to the hall, Quickly I run down the stairs, wiping blood the whole time, and find that both brothers had walked in my blood and walked presumably to their car and left. I dropped my cloth and ran to the front door where the trail ends. The streaked prints on the rug tell me that one of them noticed and they wiped their boots off. I picked up the rug and carried it to the laundry room in the basement. Using the sanitize setting on my washer I left it and came back up with a mop and bucket to wash the floors.
With a jolt to my body I land on the couch after cleaning up more of my blood than I have ever seen or care to see. My eyes, heavy with exhaustion and blood loss, slowly slide close as my mind recounts the events of the day.
Dinner.
Fighting.
Packing.
Cutting.
My body slowly shuts down as sleep takes hold of my poor body.
I sit up with a pang of fear resounding through my body, I realize I am in my room, though Ludwig isn't there. I slowly stand and rub the sleep from my eyes and attempt to get a shower in before someone sees me.
I lazily grab what I think is a tank top and a pair of yoga pants, only to return.
"A bra and panties might help," I mumble to myself. I walk to the master bath and lay my clothes on the counter and shut the door. Soon the shower is nice and hot, sauna like. I carefully scrub my wounds and the rest of my body along with my hair.
After drying off I put on my bra and pants only to find that I have two pairs of pants, after brushing my hair and using a few products to insure the silky softness of my hair would stay I leave so the steam can vacate and I can put my hair up.
I walk back to the dresser and pull out a tee shirt and slip it over my head when I hear an argument downstairs.
"You are so dense! Of course we need to be here!"
"But-"
"No. Buts."
"Lovi, yes we need to be here but if you don't be quieter you will wake her up!"
Well that solves who is here but why!
Slowly I pull the shirt over my head and go to the bathroom. I tie the overly large shirt back and tuck the tail into the shirt and add a bit of mascara to make my eyes more vibrant. I tie my hair up in a tall bun so I can clean the house today. I slowly vacate the bathroom and meander my way downstairs. I poke my head around the corner and see that Lovina and Antonio are trying to cook something, presumably breakfast, yet they let it burn instead to make out sitting on my counter. I take that back, Lovina is hovering about an inch above the counter, her legs locked around Antonio's hips and her hands around his neck. Antonio is standing and his hands are locked beneath her butt to keep her off the counter, technically.
I just walk right in on them, since that's what Lovi does to me and- did to me. Ludwig is gone, he left me; he doesn't love me anymore. I choked on my own tears alerting the pair that I was there. They quickly pulled apart and Lovina coughed and pushed Antonio away.
"why did you go and do that, Bastardo," Lovi tries to cover up.
"Why try and cover it Lovi! I know you two! you probably go at it like bunnies at night! I'm surprised that you two haven't popped three or four out yet! Gesù," I snapped, it was a little more that I wanted but I think my point was across.