It's LMAO not ROFL, dude

Its LMAO not ROFL dude 9

Chole's POV

My eyes widened...big time. No way did I like blood. ESPECIALLY blood that isn't mine. That makes it all the worse. And guess who's bleeding on my property??? Yep...stupid old Lynn. Hah. And I barely knew him for a friggen day.

I slowly walked to where he was loosing a large amount of blood. I'm guessing he was knocked unconcious because his eyes weren't open and his breathing was even. Even though he was bleeding like hell. And there was a giant gash on his head. Meaning extra blood loss.

I thought about dragging him into my house and somehow stop the blood. Then again, I could call Brooklyn. But what would she think about it? That I'm some mad freak who's going to kill everyone? Or someone who is secretly desperatly in love with her brother? I can't take that chance. I might as well just have him bleed in my house. Maybe tie him up onto the couch just in case so he doesn't do anything pervert like while he's there.

So I weighed my options and decided to drag him into the house. I grabbed his feet and pulled him inside while trying to minimize the blood on my property. I'll have to clean it later. Oh well. Wonder if someone will think I commited murder?

I somehow managed to drag Lynn onto the couch in the den. Then I sat on the floor thinking about what to do first; blood stains or the gash on Lynn's friggen head? Then, my dog Cosmic came running into the room. barking at Lynn and the blood. Then sniffing the blood stains. I picked him up.

"No Cosmic, you can't eat him or any parts of him." I scolded.

But then I wondered how cool it would be for a dog to eat a human. Or at least a piece of his blood. Would something happen to Cosmic or would it just be like eating a mouse or bird for a cat?

I locked Cosmic in some room and decided that if I took care of the gash first there would be less blood stains to clean. I decided to raid the bathroom cabinets until I found something useful for fixing a giant hole in someone's head. Maybe like those cleaning alcohols or those mini stiches things?

I looked around until I found a first aid kit. I took out the alochol and took a cotton swab and wiped the thing on the spot that was bleeding. It was bleeding less but it was still a lot of blood. I put the ointment thing like my mom would've done with my baby brother after he fell down somehow and slapped a band-aid on the gash. Sure, it wasn't exactly "pretsentable" but it was good enough for now.

If he needs it presentable he can explain how he was trying to hit on someone but ended up being pushed onto the floor and technically get beaten up by a girl.

I sighed and got rags from the small kitchen. I followed the traces of blood outside and started cleaning and scrubbing. Then with the couch, I'll just get a new one. There's no point in cleaning it tommorow anyway. Too hard to wash off then.

Since tommorow was a school day, I walked to my room and changed my clothes. I took off my shirt revealing 2 tank tops and a bra then slid on my hoodie. I prefer not to go through all the trouble of changing all of my clothes. Just a hoodie is fine. Plus, comfortable.

I did my homework like usual and then started surfing the web while putting "How I Could Kill A Man" by Charlotte Sometimes. My music taste was a mix of alternate and hard rock. Like usual I went to deviantart.com and made pictures and stuff for the whole world to see blah blah blah.

I decided not to eat dinner cause if I did eat it would be as if I was eating in front of a dead person. And that feels weird and...odd. Because technically an unconcious dude who's eyes are not open is a dead person until he starts walking and talking and all that stuff again.

At around 9 I went to sleep. Hopefully Lynn would stay like that too for the rest of the night. Or I'll be in big trouble.. who knows what Lynn could do...