Bloody Painter - A Journey For Friendship

Part 2

Reader's Pov -

I kinda panicked when I heard his voice. I never knew what he was gonna do, he was bipolar, I just know it. He was teasing me one second, then beating the shit outta me the next.

And just as I'd already expected. He throws me to the ground. "You're pathetic, y'know that?" Henry steps on my back. Tears sting the corners of my eyes as I struggle to get out from under his foot.

Then, he did something unexpected. He reaches in his pocket and grabs out a pocket knife. A shiny, holographic [F/C] knife.

'Wait a minute- he wouldn't.. no, no no no no, no way he would ever use that knife on me. Right?'

Oh, how wrong I was. Before I knew it, he had lifted up the back of my shirt, now holding the cold, sharp blade to my back.

"Now, what masterpiece shall I carve? Hmm?" My fear only rose from there, my entire body started trembling. I started hyperventilating.

"Oh sweetheart, calm down. No need to worry," he grabs my hair and hold my head up, "This'll only hurt a little."

He laughed in a creepy way, then pressed his knife into my back a bit. My eyes widen a bit once I feel the blade start to carve a word into my skin.

I cry out in pain and start kicking around, trying everything I possibly could to get him off of me. "Please! No!"

"Awh, stop moving! You're gonna mess it up." Henry pushes the blade deeper into my skin, causing a few tears to slide down my cheeks.

Once he finished carving the word into my back, he removes his foot from my back and admires his work. I jump up, only for him to shove me back down.

I hit the ground with a pathetic sounding thud and whimper. Henry wipes some of the blood on his thumb and licks it straight off of his thumb. Our eyes meeting, his filled with joy and murderous intent; as if he were about to kill me.

I roll over quickly, wincing at the fresh and still sore wounds on my back. I hop up and start sprinting away, trying my best to reach the classroom before Henry can catch me again.

As soon as the classroom comes into view, I start running faster, bursting through the door, bloody and panting.

"M-Ms. Smith-" Ms. Smith gasps and runs over to me. "Honey, what happened to you?!"

"I-it was – Henry.. h-he carved something into my back." The students all stare in shock, "Henry did this to you?! We need to get you to the nurses office!"

Ms. Smith grabs my arm and pulls me out of the room. The carving on my back had to of been quite deep, 'cause I was getting quite dizzy. Then, my whole world fades to black within what seemed to be an instant.

All I could hear is Ms. Smith's soothing voice in the background.