Puzzle Pieces

~shit~

TOMMY'S POINT OF VIEW
TW: INTENDED VIOLENCE, WEAPONS, BLOOD MENTION!

A breeze of cold air flew through the room, I quickly sat up, immediately my head began pounding. I rushed to put a hand over where the pounding felt strongest, I took a deep inhale before quickly noticing a warm liquid sensation dripping down my hand. I brought my hand back towards my face only to see dark maroon red blood spilling down and around my fingers, panicked I threw myself back wiping my now blood soaked hand against my pants.

"What the fuck!" I shouted, my voice cracking clearly, quickly my eyes locked on the front door, it was wide open. Cold air from the outside was breezly flowing through the door frame and into the kitchen where I sat helpless. Autumn leaves covered the porch, I took a deep breath, focusing now on my surroundings. Hesitantly but careful I grabbed the edge of a counter pulling my lightweight body which felt heavier than ever at the moment off the cold kitchen tile.

"Is anyone here-?" My voice was raspy. No response. I took that as a sign that no one was home, thank XD. I walked towards the bathroom pushing the old rusted door open, a loud aggravating creak echoed through the room as the door briefly slid open. I slowly stumbled almost tripping over my feet towards the bathroom counter letting my body lean against it as I could feel my head become light and my vision scatter dizzily. My attention eventually focused on the figure in the reflection of the mirror. My reflection. I didn't even recognize myself... how long was I out for? Surely couldn't have been that long. My face only had a noticeable bruise around my cheek, which is probably from the fall I took after I'd like the guess Earl knocking me out. I slightly shifted my body side ways to take a look at the back of my head, blood was slowly trickling down my neck along with dried bright red blood strained in my light blonde hair. Almost looked as if I spilled red hair dye in the back of my neck. I sighed loudly, this is just fucking great. I carefully backed away from the bathroom counter opening the bottom cabinet briefly scanning the items that sat untouched on the wood plank that held the cabinet away from the floor, a first aid kit sat at the back of the shampoo and cleaning substances feeling slightly relieved I reached into the cabinet to pull it out. Setting it on the counter I quickly opened it grabbing 3 items, rubbing alcohol, white fabric bandages and ibuprofen.

After struggling to wrap my head, I managed to clean the wound. I walked to my bedroom pushing the door open, I felt extremely nauseous even looking at my bed that lay unmade. If I would've just ignored Earl maybe- no. No it's better I didn't ignore him. I wanted to sleep more than anything but I decided it's probably best if I don't, even though my body was begging for it. I need to call Sar- no I need to call Jane. It's the only right choice, even if I hate everything about her. I need to get out of this house before Sarah or Earl gets home. I made my way to the kitchen grabbing a steak knife, along with a few fruit snacks and a banana. Not the best choices of food but it'd last me long enough to hopefully get back to Lemon Tree foster care. I couldn't call Jane since Earl had cut the cord, I assume he did after I passed out so I couldn't call the police, I figure I'd need to walk to get to Jane either way.

This will be a long fucking day.

***

Exiting the house the harsh wind hit me immediately, I'll tell you this much, it wasn't very fairytale like 'the cold wind felt great against her sore body' more like 'the cold wind stabbed him like a razor blade.' I swiftly ran down Sarah's driveway approaching the long gravel road in front of her house that led to a highway. I wrapped my shivering arms against my body to attempt to hold warmth.

Just as I reached the highway I already felt like something bad was bound to happen. But whatever it was, no gut feeling has control over my body, I'm not stubborn but persistent.

I eventually reached the city after what felt like a decade, the sun was beginning to set. I quickly rushed my way towards any little shops I could reach before dark. Exhaustion was clear in my breath. I needed to find somewhere to rest before my body would decide the street would make a comfortable bed. Walking down the sidewalk in the dark light of the sun setting wasn't the most comforting thing, especially didn't help that I felt as if I was being stalked the whole time, I decided I'd just find an empty alley way to crash for the night. Since I felt it'd be safer than roaming in open public areas at night. Dad always told me it's best to hide from the public rather than welcome yourself in it. Approaching the first alley I saw was not relieving but surely did give me a sense of hope that I could sleep. I walked till the alley ended, throwing my bag down before dropping myself against a wall leaning my head against the corner where the walls met. Sleep almost immediately swallowed my body whole, well that was until I heard footsteps approaching the alley at a rapid pace, startled I threw my bag on backing more into the corner, a tall black figure was backing into the alley with their hands held high in the air. I quickly pulled the steak knife I stole from the kitchen out of my bag and into my right hands that I carefully hid behind me. The figure kept a steady pace backing more towards me, I assumed he hadn't noticed me since he had no signs of stopping, they were clearly focused on whatever the hell was also making their way to the alley as well. Another figure stepped into the alley, a gun held tightly in his right hand. My soul practically left my body, what the hell am I supposed to do in this situation!?