sandaka

Do The Write Thing - Made of Glass Jake POV My head hurts. And so does the rest of me, probably because I'd passed out on top of a beer bottles remnants. I vaguely remembered smashing them earlier, reveling in the shattered glass. It had looked pretty awesome when it picked up the afternoons fading light. It had been even prettier when tinted red with blood. My blood. Had I been bleeding? I looked down. yeah, I had. My arms were wrapped in bandages, but jagged shards of glass had cut through them. I think I'd had a nose bleed too, my face and lips tasted like iron. I shivered, a chill wind  passing through the alley had stopped to say hello