Observation Nine:

The realisation of blood dripping down my ears were apparent when I had finally looked at the mirror. I felt the warm sensation on my ear but ignored it because of the preconceived notions that it was part of the pain. It was of an unusually bright, blood orange colour that was starting to dry up. Easily washed away with a damp cotton bud, the colour transferred onto the wet cotton and seemed to look more like actual blood than it did on my own skin.

Observation Ten:

Thrift stores have a distinct smell to them – maybe it was the smell of the cleaning agent used to sanitise the clothes. Maybe it was the smell of old clothes. Either way, the smell didn’t seem to be overwhelming nor did it bother anyone within the vicinity. It was also an unusual thrift store because it was in the style of the warehouse – high ceilings, cemented walls, the type of location where the smell wouldn’t stick.