"Your Call" by Seconhand Serenade rang into my ears and brought me back from my dream.
I stretched my arm and saw a spot of dry blood on my right arm.
I was thinking that I must've been scratching again in my sleep.
I checked my body, oh no, I should say that I checked my scars marked on my body.
None of them looked like it had bled before.
Then I saw my nails. The tips were black, full of dry blood.
It creeped me out.
I decided to get up from my bed and something caught me.
My pillow had a stain of blood, and so my pyjamas.
The dark stains marked on the red pyjamas, as if a vampire tried to suck my blood at night.
I was thinking this couldn't have happened without a reason.
Then I remembered the scar on my face.
I looked in the mirror and I knew.
It was from that scar as it had dry blood around it, even on my cheeks.
I wondered how could a small scar bleed so much?
I wish I could record my sleeps.
But I know I wouldn't dare to see it.
What's got me into this?