Faith still trembled, curling up against him as she tried to calm down-but it was just so hard. When she finally stopped crying enough to open her eyes, the first thing she saw was her hands, covered in blood. She began to hyperventilate again, a whimper escaping as she pressed her face against his chest again.
"I still feel her...I know what I did..." she whispered it through her sobs-he may not have even heard her. She was trying to hold her hands away from her so that if her eyes opened again, she wouldn't see them, or the blood. She felt as if she was dying inside, and what's worse is that a part of her wished she was.