I finished showering and dressed. Even though I was clean, I still felt dirty. It was like every time I looked down, I could still see the blood all over me even though it wasn't there. I wore another pair of jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt with some sequin decoration. I chose a pair of new black sneakers to put on.

I looked longingly at my new leather jacket from the brothers. It hung on my desk chair but was still covered in blood. I wished I could wear it right now, but there ...