I stared inside the toilet bowl, my eyes wide open in astonishment. "This is n-" I choked on the excess blood that was left in my mouth.
I eventually relaxed hunched down beside the toilet in my drenched and dirty clothing. It was not a pretty sight to see.
After a while of being in the bathroom, there was a light knock at the door of my stall. The knock was soon followed by a soft female voice. "Miss, are you okay do you need any help?" She called out to me from the other side. I quickly ripped a few peices of tissue paper and rubbed the blood off my mouth, before throwing the red bloody tissues in the wenched toilet bowl and flushing it down.
Getting up and opening the stall door, I looked up to see the woman who thanked me earlier for saving her son. 'Sh*t' I swore in my head. "Oh yeah, I'm fine ma'am, thanks for the concern." I politely pushed passed her and made my way over to the sinks. Without looking back or in the mirror, I screwed the hot water on and lay my hands just under flow of water, pouring out of the moderen, sanitary tap.
The woman shook her odd feeling off and entered the stall I had just exited. Leaving the slightest sigh, barely even audible to my own ears, muffled over the flush of one of the toilets and the still running tap making my soft finger tips wrinkle like raisins.
Just then, I felt a gush of liquid quickly make its way up my oesophagus and into my mouth. Without thinking twice, I ran straight into the nearest stall, and spilled my guts out.
"I knew somthing was up.."