I walked back over to the bed where she still lay after I got dressed. Her
milky white skin was so pure against the navy blue and hunter green sheets
that were put on my bed. Her clothes lay where mine had been a few short
moments before, and I smiled at her. I was so glad that she was alright
now. I never thought I would fall for anyone, I was the tough guy, but the
moment was so perfect.
Suddenly, my head snapped to the window, where an object had flown in through the top part which still held glass in the frame. It was heading towards me. By instinct, I leaped onto the bed and clinged to Leah as a second one came through and landed heavily on the floor. I was only concerned with protecting her. Down below, I heard a car speeding off. Although I knew it was over, I hated to let go of her. I didn't want her to be hurt again. Ever. When I gained the courage to let go of her, I crawled to the edge of the bed where I spotted the object. Two bricks had been thrown in the window. Two messages were smeared on them with red ink. I picked one up gingerly, careful not to cut myself with the glass on the floor, and read outloud "this is where the story ends" I picked up the other one and read it as well. "If you want to change her story, you know what to do."
The brick crashed to the floor as I let it slip from my hand. As I looked down at it, I noticed that the red ink had smeared on my hand. However, as I began to wipe it off, I discovered that it wasn't ink at all.
It was human blood.
Suddenly, my head snapped to the window, where an object had flown in through the top part which still held glass in the frame. It was heading towards me. By instinct, I leaped onto the bed and clinged to Leah as a second one came through and landed heavily on the floor. I was only concerned with protecting her. Down below, I heard a car speeding off. Although I knew it was over, I hated to let go of her. I didn't want her to be hurt again. Ever. When I gained the courage to let go of her, I crawled to the edge of the bed where I spotted the object. Two bricks had been thrown in the window. Two messages were smeared on them with red ink. I picked one up gingerly, careful not to cut myself with the glass on the floor, and read outloud "this is where the story ends" I picked up the other one and read it as well. "If you want to change her story, you know what to do."
The brick crashed to the floor as I let it slip from my hand. As I looked down at it, I noticed that the red ink had smeared on my hand. However, as I began to wipe it off, I discovered that it wasn't ink at all.
It was human blood.
