buddy system •kyle simmons•

out

the cabin was a disaster, almost like something from a murder scene.

mattresses and blankets strewn around, beanbags dismantled, leaving their contents to spill everywhere.

it happened while we, daniel and i, we're making our way back from the snack bar, to grab something for our study session.

we were walking down the path when we heard a sudden SLAM followed by the sounds of crashing and terrifying shouts.

we quickly ran to the cabin, and weren't prepared for what we were to see.

kyle curled into a small ball, looking so much tinier than i had ever seen.

there was blood, but it was indecipherable as to where it was coming from. it was on his clothes, in his hair, even on his face.

daniel was caught off gaurd by the sudden trigger, and screamed a high pitched shriek.

i wasn't better off, mouth gaping like a fish, trying to find air as i took in the scene before me. dan's screaming continued, and he began tugging at his hair, pulling it out of his scalp harshly.

then he was out.

i didn't know what to do, with a bloodied and vulnerable kyle and a white faced unconscious dan. my anxiety grew, and a had to grab the wall to keep me from falling over.

what was happening?
was this a dream?
i see blood.
blood.
kyle isn't moving.

is kyle dead?

is he alright?

what did kyle do?
why did kyle do it?

blood.

i didn't notice i was hoarsely screaming until i heard a voice shush me and felt a sharp pain in my leg.

i tried to stay awake, but within moments i was out. out. out.