I've had scratches before, but it wasn't like I thought I would bleed to death. Last year I cut my hand open with a knife trying to pull a plastic tie off. It slipped right into my hand. It bled a lot, I nearly fainted. It felt like my body went numb and my mind escaped. Now I'm...
I do. I'm afraid of blood.
Not a little bit..but a lot.
Not of my own..but of other people's.
I don't want to touch it..I don't want to see it.
To bleed, is to know you're alive. Yes. But you can know you're alive without bleeding!
The site of blood just makes me queasy...