After Math

Students and teachers started to pour into the hallway, trying to figure out what was going on after Mr. Wiser started frantically screaming for help. I let my body slowly side down against the brick wall slightly jolting at the cold from the tile floor as it seeped into my bottom. I sighed in relief that help would soon be on it's way. Still my brain chose to remember that frightful morning, I had woken up feeling the sticky sensation pulling at my skin as I tried to lift my head off of my torn blanket. I had laid in a pool of my own blood. Blood, there was so much blood and now the boy who I had just met two days ago now laid on the white tile floor as his own blood seeped down the side of his face staining his beautiful golden locks.

I watched as what seem liked hours slip away, people passing by in front of my eyes disapearing to reappear further away. The gentle touch of someone, rubbing my arm, cuppled with the numbing ache in my butt. Brought me back to the reality of