The Weak.

She stumbled into the doorway, blood dripping from her body and her eyes full of tears. Her face bruised and gashed with pieces of glass sticking out from her cheek and forehead, every breath she took felt like fire in her lungs and acid on her breath.

"God," she whispered.

Slowly, she made her way to the couch, every step more painful than the last. She settled on the plush cushion and grabbed the blanket draped over the side and placed it over her body.

"Just a little rest," She said. "Just a little more time."

As she closed her eyes, the sound of her heartbeat filled her ears and slowly she drifted off into slumber.