I woke the next, what I was presuming to be morning, the razor bloody and cold lay on the floor beside me, along with large droplets of blood, I felt sick and woozy from the blood, the cuts on my arm had healed into crusted lines of blood, I attempted to stand, loosing my balance, grabbing the basin for support. My head span. I ignored the throbbing pain in my head as best I could. I shivered from the cold. I had been so numb last night I wouldn't have noticed if it was 27 degrees or -3 degrees. I wanted to talk to Daniel. If he was here he could save me. My phone was in the house somewhere, only I didn't know where and I didn't know the time, if it was before 10(am) he would still be here.
My situation was like I was safe at the moment in my house, then outside there was a forest, full of hideous things, like poisonous and prickly items, and there was also the villain of the story, the big bad wolf. He was the thing I was most afraid of finding. Should I risk it?
All I could think was that even if I got caught talking to Daniel, those few seconds of his voice would shield me from the beating that would surely follow, no matter how bad. I'd put everything on the line for him, including my life. So I decided to do it.