The cut slowly bled, she knew it wasn't that deep but it was hurting. She tried to find the light switch in the bathroom and somehow managed to switch on the bulb. She knew she had dettol somewhere in her bathroom and was more than delighted to find that small bottle in the corner of her medicine cabinet.
She was feeling a bit drowsy, the second bottle of white wine was a bit too much for her now. She grabbed the bathroom door and helped herself out of the bathroom. She found some cotton on her dressing table and quickly dabbed some dettol on it and started wiping her wound. She kept rubbing the wound but the blood would still creep out of the wound. She thought to herself that it was probably the alcohol which was delaying the clotting. She took a bigger piece of cotton and started wiping the wound.
The bleeding was not stopping, she stumbled to her closet and took out a T-shirt and tied it around her hand, thinking that it would stop the blood. Soon the white t-shirt was drenched in the redness of her blood. She was now feeling weak, very weak and somehow she struggled to reach her bed to find her phone. She dialed her sister but no one picked up. She dialed her other sister and her phone was off. She had no one else who she could trust at this hour. She sat down on her bed and closed her eyes and asked god to save her for one last time.
There was no bright light, there was no bearded man, no angels playing all she was a little girl. A beautiful little girl in a pink frock sitting on the stairs and eating candy floss. She went closer to the girl and sat next to her on the steps. She asked the little girl, "Who are you? and where are we?". The little smilingly looked up to her and said, "I am you and you are free..."