Oops...

Something strange happened today... I found an old cross necklace I got many year ago, and wanted to take some pics of it with blood on it, cause that rocks :P
Well I poured some blood on it, and put it in my hand to make it look cool...

Then I shot a few pics, and I think it looked cool, even though my camera was not friendly today...

But... My point is. I went downstairs after this to get a big scissor to cut the chain off the necklace. Remember, I was all alone upstairs, dad is at work and my sister is at her work out... I got downstairs, and started talking to Cat, and forgot about the scissor before I went back upstairs.... Well, I'd left the necklace on my bedsheet and when I got into my room I saw it and though "Damn, I forgot the scissor...". I leaned over the bed to grab the necklace but stopped half way over the bed, cause......... The cross was broken. I hadn't touched it, and no one was here at the time... This is how it looked when I got back.. I didn't touch it before I shot the pic.