|-Middle School Murders-|

-Prologue: Best Friends-

(Evan is 7, and Cassidy is 8 in the prologue. In the other chapters, they will be the age that was said in character details.)

Evan's POV:

"Evan," Cassidy asked. "Y-yes..?" I responded, shaking with fright. "Are you okay? Did she hurt you badly..?" She asked. "I-I'm okay..she d-didn't do anything se-serious to me.." I answered. She picked me up, and sat me down on her bed. "Dear..will you let me check your wounds..?" She asked politely. I froze. I trusted her with every inch of myself, but, I was too shaken up from what happened back at school, that I didn't want her to. It was like a war in my head. One side of me told me to just 'let her check your wounds.' The other side told me  'Don't let her do that.' I began shaking more violently, and she immediately noticed that. "Hey, is everything okay..?" She asked, gently grabbing  my hand. I pulled my hand away immediately. "Yeah, j-just sh-shaken up.." I replied.

I eventually just let her check my wounds and patch them up. She told me that I could stay a few nights at her place, since she wanted to make sure that I would be okay, and that my wounds would heal properly. I had wounds from head to toe. I was ashamed of it. I was so weak. I couldn't even properly defend myself. She grabbed some bandages. "The lighting in here is bad, we need to go in the bathroom for better lighting." She said. I groaned. Sitting on her bed was more comfortable than sitting on a bathroom sink, but whatever. I mean, there was bad lighting on here anyways.

She picked me up again, and carried me to the bathroom. There was definitely better lighting here. She gently placed me down on the sink. "Okay, I'm gonna clean your wounds first before bandaging them." She stated. I was always infatuated with her knowledge of anything medical. It was probably because her mom was a nurse for a while and taught her some things. "Alright, because the wounds are from head to toe, do you want me to bandage your upper body, or lower body?" She asked. I loved how sweet her tone sounded. It made me feel a bit better. "U-umm..lower body I guess.." I muttered. It did make me nervous, but she isn't a bad person, unlike most people I've met. 

She gave me the instruction to take my pants off, when I asked why, she said it was because it was easier to bandage, in her opinion. I sighed and followed her instructions. "Leave your underwear on. Its not my place to lay hands on that area." She said quietly, grabbing a cold washcloth. I nodded. That was another thing I liked about her, she respected boundaries. 

She began carefully cleaning up the injuries on my legs with the cold washcloth. "She really did damage.." She muttered. I knew who she was talking about. The person who gave me these injuries. I flinched each time the cold washcloth touched one of my injuries, but I had to suck it up. 

After she was done cleaning the wounds on my legs, she grabbed the bandages, and started gently wrapping them around my legs. With the amount of bandages she'll have to use, by the time she's done, I might as well look like a mummy. 

She finished quickly. "Okay, please remove your hoodie now.." She requested. I was a bit nervous, but I did what she requested me to do. I removed my hoodie. She started with my back first, as it looked the most damaged. I could feel a slight blush growing on my face at the thought of her seeing me shirtless. But I snapped out of it quickly. 

"Your back is severely damaged.." She commented. I knew that. It was probably a mental note for her or something. "I know.." I mumbled back. Her hands actually felt nice on my back, but I didn't let that get to my head, otherwise she might think I'm weird. 

When she was finished with my back, hands, and face, she just had to bandage up my chest. This was gonna be awkward in my opinion. She began carefully cleaning up the wounds on my chest. 

By the time she was finished, I was a blushing mess. Mainly from embarrassment. She told me I could put my hoodie and pants back on now, and then we would get some rest.