It Was Bloody

It's bloody, Lisa thought.

At what point was she supposed to breathe? When was she supposed to call on Hagin for the release?

Luckily, light cracked through the opening overhead. She breathed in relief as her shoulders threw the weight of their world off of them.

"Lisa," Hagin called.

"Hagin," she whispered.

"It's alright," his hand outstretched to lift her up. "It's over."

As she reached for her rescue, a crimson drip fell from Hagin's feet. She knew it was bloody.