The Blood is the Life (open random starter)

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The Blood is the Life. That was the only thought that ran through her mind as she slowly came back to consciousness. The Blood is the Life. Never had there been a more truer sentence or saying. Without it, there is no life. Not for her, not for anyone.

The first thing she noticed, as she opened her eyes was the pain. She had a raging headache, that echoed down her spine, causing her nerves to tingle and flicker in bouts of pain. The next thing she noticed was that there was blood on her hands. In fact, there was blood everywhere! On her bed sheets, on her clothes, on the floor, even on her walls. She could still taste its iron flavor on her tongue and that made her breathing go from normal breathing to almost strangled gasps. What had happened!? She had had a normal night, had put her young to bed and went to read, passing out on the sofa. Now she was in her bed, covered in blood!

Giving a soft groan, she stood and rushed to the childrens room, giving a soft cry of relief as she saw them still sleeping, safe and sound. Walking as if in a daze, she headed downstairs and went to wash her hands in the sink. The water turned pink as the blood washed off and soon she was filled with a fearful panic as she tried to get it all off! Wash it away! But the more she washed, the more redder the water became, the more frantic she became till she was nearly blinded with tears. Turning off the water, she grabbed the paper-towels and again, frantically tried to wipe away the blood. Wiping her hands, her face, her clothes till she had used up the whole roll. Throwing the empty roll away with a cry, she rushed back to her room and stripped the bed, rushing to wash the sheets and trying to mop up the blood on the floor.

She didn't realize that the more she worked, the more blood pooled at her feet and seemed to come from nowhere as it dripped slowly down the walls of her home. Beyond frightened, she glanced around, watching her home practically ooze the red rivers, ever room, every piece of furniture, and through it all, she heard a soft voice whisper "We come, for you...". The blood rained now from her ceiling, falling over her and the more she tried to wipe it away, the more it fell, till it was all she could see, taste, till it was suffocating her. She was drowning! Drowning in blood!!!

She sat up with a frenzied cry, clutching her blankets to her chest as she tried to stop the pacing race of her heart. Gasp upon gasp as she tried to breathe as she glanced around frantically. Things were fine. There was no blood. She was fine. It had only been a dream. But that did nothing to still her shivers, nor to cease her silent tears as she huddled back in bed, waiting for daylight to come chase the terrors away that resided in the shadows. The Blood....she had not indulged in years, but it was true, The Blood was the life.