Opening my eyes snaps me back into reality... all I want is calm.

The TV loudly blares infront of me, all eyes on focused on the flickering screen.
It was strange, only hours earlier all four of us (boyfriend, the other passenger, me and the dog) were in the middle of a crisis.
Now we were just sitting silently... staring at the TV...
I don't know about the others, but I never watched a moment of that show.
Every second was consumed with flying thoughts... soon the thoughts turned into questions...
... I still hadn't seen myself yet.

As stealth as I could, I made a graceful exit from the couch, and creeped into the hall bathroom.

Gently closing and locking the door behind myself, I flicked on the light.

"F*CK!!!!" It was mixed emotions looking into that mirror.
For the first time in 21 years, I didn't recognize the figure staring back at me.
My head was swollen, and since no one had thought to clean me up... my face was caked with dry crusty blood.
A deep, wide gash ran horizontally across the bridge of my nose.
Stiches poked out of mangled tissue savagely, but even more disturbing was the discovery of a severe crease/bump between my eyes that was denting under the swelling.
...F*ck... :(

It hurt just to look at my face.

Searching around the bathroom turned up no washcloths nor towels to clean up with.
Even the toilet paper roll was bare.

..Devestated, I flick the light off and go sit back on the couch.