Frida
I stare at Stanley dumbfounded as blood spills out of his mouth. He doesn’t even look like he is in pain more as he still stares at me with a smug expression on his face.
“Are you crazy?” I snarl.
“No, just in love,” Stan replies. More blood spills out of his mouth.
Love?
No, he is just trying to charm me now. He is not in love with me!
I quickly run upstairs and grab a roll of paper towels, then run back to Stanley. I rip out a few pieces and shove them inside his mouth to stop the bleeding. “This was insane. Don’t do it again,” I say.
Stanley mumbles something, but I can’t understand him with his mouth full of paper towels. I grow frustrated as he keeps bleeding. Why won’t he stop bleeding?
I go back upstairs to find the first aid kit. When I reach the bathroom, I hastily o
