"He bit me."
His voice quavering in anxiety, the young boy dragged his feet along that felt too heavy to him that he could hardly recognize these weights as his feet.
"He really bit me!"
A panicking outburst of his voice, going along with an irregular panting. The blonde held his neck as if something was grabbing it, clinging to him as firmly, it caused him a feeling of suffocation. A warm, red liquid trickled down his white shirt and his tanned skin. He opened, rather slammed the bathroom door against the wall and wavered in front of the mirror. The loud music from the main room was dull and barely resounded in men's private area. He looked at his reflection which he didn't even recognize at first sight. A miserable pale face, blood soaking his shirt and neck.
"What the-"
He couldn't accept that it was his reflection until he saw familiar cerulean eyes that stared back at him, cerulean eyes that belonged to him. That was when his legs gave in. He slumped to the cold, dirty floor, his look distraught. Why would someone bite a person? Rather, why would a guy bite a person with such a force that the bleeding won't stop?
"Boy? Are you alright?"
The blonde looked up confused as he heard a low voice from the doorway.
"You're bleeding! Wait here, I'll get help!"
The man ran off. The boy hardly got up from the floor. The security label on the man's shirt made him feel nervous. He couldn't let himself being caught here. He looked at a small window and hurried towards it.
When the man came back with a first aid kit, all that was left of the young boy were stains of blood on the cold, dirty ground.