March 2nd, 2014 - Impromptu Beginning of a Short Story

In shock, in utter silence, and a completely alone I stood.  A pool of liquid was gathering upon the tile floor.  It was dripping from the ceiling, which didn't make any sense as it hasn't rained in four months.  All that was above was an empty attic, so I stood over the liquid to investigate.

It was thick and red, as if it was blood.  I stood over it, and saw a vague reflection of myself.  My nose felt like it was running, so I pulled a tissue out of my pocket and wiped.  Blood begin to pour out of my nose quickly, so I ran to the bath room.  I stood there looking at the mirror, and the whites of my eyes had turned a deep dark red.  My lips cracked into thousands of pieces, the skin on my face paled over, and my nose stopped bleeding.