She was a freak. And the sooner she got her life back, the better.
But first thing's first. She had to attend to her bleeding hand. She walked into the bathroom and pulled off her blood-stained fishnet glove. She washed off the wound, clearly seeing the bite marks left by her mother's teeth, and put a band-aid on it. This was her bathroom, so she knew where everything was.
After her hand was satisfyingly bandaged (although the cut had bled quite a bit, it wasn't as big as she first thought it was), she proceeded to put her fishnet glove back on. But then she stopped herself.
"What am I doing? I didn't want to wear these things in the first place."
She took off the fishnet glove from her left hand and threw both of them in the trash.
Then she left the bathroom and went back to her room. On her way, she saw her mom lying on the ground. She was still out cold, but eventually she would wake up and cause more trouble. Sarah had to do something about that.
She went and got some duct tape and bound her mother's hands together, as well as her legs. Then she tore off a piece and put it over her mouth.
She stood up, satisfied.
"Now," she said, looking down at herself. "I think I'll get out of these witch's clothes."
She walked back into her bedroom and opened her closet.
