I lay on my bed in the darkness of the night, tired, fighting the pain, fighting death, and fighting sleep. Anna has wounded me deeply; but still I plan my next attack.
I've no clue yet what it might be. I can't roll over; it hurts too much. I can't sleep, for fear that I may never wake again. Too much pain, too much. If only, if only I was the only one. With that last thought in mind, I drifted off to sleep again, still in pain.
I awake in the night; I sit up too quickly. Then I cry in pain. I get very slowly and walk into the bathroom to apply a new tourniquet for my wound. I also use my first aid kit by the sink. I continue taking short breaths and go back to sleep. I think I'll be alright now.
I wake in the morning, still unsure of my plans. I, again, apply a new tourniquet. I feel better, but I still hurt. I pull my best gun from under my bed. I put another cloth in my bag in case I need it.
I don't care if I almost bleed to death, just as long as I exterminate Anna Williams. I know it's sad but what else can I do? I show no love for her, and I feel no love. Ryan may be heartbroken when I'm done, but it's not like he's my boyfriend. And if he tries to seek revenge, I'll get him too.
My Canada T-shirt is filled with blood. I put on a dark red one instead. I wear the same pair of sweats as yesterday, it doesn't bother me. I put on my jacket, after placing my blood-stained shirt in a bucket of cold water, and walk out the door, my gun in my jacket.