Six the Musical Oneshots

Saragon/Aramour

Look, I'm not good at writing Saragon, but that is exactly I am writing.

rough idea: "Will you just please let me help you? You're going to end up bleeding out." "No, leave me alone, you were being rude to my cousin." "I'll apologise. Let me help you, I'm begging you." "It's just a scratch." "Your maniac ex stabbed you with nail scissors, how is that just a scratch?"

I started this end of October, sorry for the late update
Okay. Stuff happened. Life happened.

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Jane held a hand at her side, she has had the hand there for two hours now. She had gotten a strong kick to her ankle as well, as long as she didn't move, that was painless though.

She could only hope that someone would find her and have the mercy to help.

At the moment she wasn't bleeding fatally much, considering that she knew how to apply pressure to the wound properly.

But, holy shit, did it hurt.

It hurt so bad that she couldn't stand up, the ankle didn't help that either.

So she was stuck.

Behind the unused gym building in school, she was stuck. It was going to get torn down in a few weeks, it wasn't really near anywhere else either.

Just a broken building for sports on the same plot as her school.

And school was over. It had been at least an hour since it ended, but she wouldn't know that.

She hoped the janitor would come around at some point, but she wasn't too sure. The autumn leaves around the soon to be building site hadn't been swept for weeks.

But she didn't want to think that, she really didn't.

She wanted to call for help, but when she did so, it felt as if the hand on her wound moved around and let more blood leak.

Her world was hazy, blood had always been a thing she couldn't handle. And now that it was flowing out of her.. it wasn't good.

It made her regret ever breaking up with Henry.

Look where it got her.

On the ground with a stab wound, those stupid nail scissors weren't out of reach either at the moment.

It was a Friday, she also remembered, she was sure that this was not going to end well.

But she did her best to keep her hopes up.

She was in school.

There had to be students still around, right?

Sure, sometimes teenagers came here to do stuff they aren't allowed to!

There had to be someone around.

As much as she wanted to believe it, she couldn't.

Asking for help over her phone wasn't an option, her phone was lying next to her, smashed in two.

He had thought this through and that sent shivers down her spine thinking about.