More months had passed, more nightmares been had, nostalgia had become a part of me, hair's grown thinner and longer, nails dirtier and stronger, soul broken and darker, liking for Desmond stronger and hope to leave this place deteriorating.
I feel something drop on my face causing my face to move a little. Something drops again and my eyes twitches. Then comes another drop, and another and another, in irritation and disgust, I pull my fingers over the wet areas on my face as I lazily pull my eyes open.
Sleep vanishes from my eyes and they are shot open in wild alert when I see a bowl right above my head. I sit up only to find Madre smiling eerily at me.
I stare closely at the bowl and I see a drop of red liquid escape the buttom of the bowl and land on the sheets of my bed creating a small red circle. I stare at my fingers and see they're smudged with....blood!?.
I take the sheets of the bed and aggressively rub it against my face and the white fabric turns pink.