Bloody aftermath

As I dragged my entire body through my door, without even a thought about the blood marks I was leaving across the rug, i should have know the following morning would be a rough one. I secretly knew that my lame roommates who had stayed in the night before would be judging me from closed doors and most likely right in front of my face. I woke up at 10 to wash the blood off, and really nothing feels better then watching the days blood stain the bottom of your shower. My mom followed me down stairs asking me how many cigarettes i smoked while my dad questioned how many drinks I had. I didn't have the time or patience to think of a lie to either one of them, so i just grumbled and swore. I considered bragging to them that while many of my friends had lost phones and wallets I had managed to hang on to all of my shit but I kind of knew it wouldn't impress them the way it should have.