Red: S'up guys, this time around it's Luna's turn so enjoy Part 1. It is kinda short.
The sound of metal was ringing through the closed school as Lincoln, wearing an orange long sleeve button-up shirt, grey baggy camo jeans, and red sneakers, was shoved up onto some lockers by some bullies. "Hey let me go!" He said.
"As if geek boy." The guy holding him up said as he beat his face in, soon after throwing him to the ground, allowing the rest to beat him into the ground.
After 10 minutes they stopped beating him up.
"C'mon guys, let's leave this geek here to think about his worthless life." The ring leader said before stomping on Lincoln's stomach. They all then walked away, leaving Lincoln in fetal position, crying and coughing up blood.
He got up after a hour and limped his way outside, where it was pitch black. As he limped his way home, he stayed in the darkness, not wanting to be seen by anyone. He finally made his way into the house, glad everyone was asleep.
He slowly and quietly moved up the stairs and quickly into his room, he reached underneath his bed and pulled out a box. He carried it and limped into the washroom, tripping on the way and dropping the box, he picked it up and made it inside, he closed the door, only a small crack shining light into the dark house.
He opened the box and pulled out a towel with dried blood, tourniquet bandage rolls, and a long knife dried with his blood. He turned on the faucet and let the towel soak in the water before washing his face with it, he rolled up his sleeves and picked up the knife.
Lincoln started to slowly cut himself, grunting at the pain. He didn't even hear a door open. He put his arms under the ice cold water and hissed. He dried them and started wrapping his arms as he heard a soft British voice.
"Lincoln?"
