[ WP ] `` I spent most of the morning coughing up blood . The trouble is I 'm not sure whose blood it was . ''

The morning sunlight shimmered brightly through the edges of the undersized curtains, I knew it was time to awake from my deep slumber. I reluctantly pulled my self upwards, it had been a heavy night before. I looked around the dimly lit room and thanked the lord that I'd woken up at my own flat for once. I slowly stumbled towards the bathroom, I had an all too familiar taste in my mouth. I looked at myself in the unwashed mirror, I looked unwell, my skin was ever paler, darks bags surrounding my barely opened eyes, sideburns starting to show, dried blood on my parched lips and an overall depressing countenance. I could feel food stuck in my teeth - if you'd call it food. I picked the flesh out of my teeth and spat it out into the sink. I splashed water over my face and started to try and recollect the events of last night. 
 
 I thought I could control myself, I've spent so long suppressing the urges that even I had tricked my self into a false sense of security. Who could it have been? After a while no answers had revealed themselves to me, I decided I'd try to get some more rest. 
 
 I woke up to a loud repetitive bang on the door, I could hear my landlord bellowing through the door. I, for the second time, reluctantly stumbled to the front door, my head even groggier than before, I undid the bolt and yanked open the metal door, met by a right hook straight to my nose, he got on top of me a continued the barrage of punches, when he finally ended his assault he stood up, he had a huge bandage across his face. Could have been worse I suppose.
