My ray of sunshine

Chapter 12- being fought for {is Ray dead}

Ray:

White hot blistering pain explodes from my jaw, my head is pounding as blood rushes up to my head. Everything around me is swaying and doubling but my eyes lock in on him, his stance is squared in a boxers pose, his dark eyes narrowing as he gets ready to lunge. I steady myself and take a deep breath, he strikes fast yet accurate as if he planned this fight from the moment he saw me walking down the hallway. I arch as far as my back can go to avoid a kick to my sternum. I throw my fist in an attempt to finally land a blow but he managed to dodge. I run towards him as his fist comes flying at me, a sharp crack rings in my ears as a liquid trickles down my nose down my neck and seeps into my shirt. I feel dizzy and my eyes are hooded as I clutch my bleeding nose. The magpies above me are screaming at me mocking me and every wrong thing I've done. Look, they seem to scream you act all high and mighty while you ruin other people's lives, so now you suffer to the hands of this douchebag. Rage fuels my next steps as I side step around him and finally kick him, striking the back of his head, he stumbles a bit shocked that I was able to hit him. With my new found triumph I try to hit him again, momentum carrying me while I aim for his nose an eye for an eye, but then he kicks me in my stomach forcing me to stumble backwards as bile spills from my lips, as I struggle to move he doesn't miss a beat and hits me so quickly and unexpectedly I can barely register the pain. The world fades to the black of the magpies and everything around me looks fractured and broken it's as if my world has become a shattered mirror

Broken yet not. It's as if I was brought back to the moment I fought Zayn. There he is with his stance

Squared and his eyes which were narrowed into slits are now wide and full of panic, fear and rage. The

World moves in slow motion or maybe I'm the one who's moving too fast. Faces swirl around us and

Cracks line the image it almost feels like I'm falling everything is above me or out of my line of view. I

Realize I am falling slowly but I am falling, it's as if I'm tilting and every moment in my life rushes by me.

Everything is so loud, shouts that are dragged on, things crashing into each other and there I am falling

And there's nothing I can do about it. The magpies repeat their words except they're voices are louder,

And at normal speed. I try moving but I can't, I try screaming but I can't, I even try to blink but I can't as I fall into the background of the black obese all I could here were sirens fading into the background and then, black, nothingness, was I dead? I don't know......

Max

As I heard police sirens blaring from the background, I couldn't help but follow my adrenaline rush and go see what was going on, because this school nothing worth fussing over, so like a Karen looking for tea, I ran as though my life depended on it, as I reached the hallway where I heard the police say" keep your hands up in the air, anything can and will be used against you in the court of law" and with the hands a tall dark figure behind his back, when putting him in the car I couldn't help but notice blood in his hands, and as I slowly looked at his face, I saw what I'd least expected, it was Zayn, I shouted his name and when he looked at me straight in my eyes, his eyes were his most powerful weapons, intense and terrifying. It was as though he shot lasers through his pupils. It must have been both how dark, no color just a deep bottomless, soulless hole. They were for the most part simply willowing and once they met my gaze, left a me feeling threatened and vulnerable as I looked away out of fear, my eyes fell upon the horrifying site of the lifeless Ray covered in blood my trembling hands hovering above my skin, afraid to look at him for fear of the cold, clammy sweat that seemed to seep from my pores. My skin crawled and my bones rattled, my muscles screamed of a horror unseen. I feel fear in the hair on the back of my neck. It is like invisible fingers run along my spine, my body was all tense and I looked like all blood was drained out of my body. Blood gushed with sickening determination from Ray's throat, as if his own heart sought to pump it from his body. His fingers clamped over the wound. The scarlet blood lashed over the hallway, painting the scene in which he would be found dead unless the paramedics did something very smart very fast...