I look down and notice that both of his wrists are slashed and dripping blood onto my vintage Hello Kitty rug. I am immediately caffeinated with hate and vengeance. I don’t think he understands that that rug means more to me than his life. I have half a mind to go back to sleep and let his punk ass die but of course I’m all like, “OH MY GOD!!!!! BABY, ARE YOU OK?!”
