(Swearing Warning. PG15)
Melanie. A typical 17 year old girl. Or so everyone thought. She would say "If you ever read my thoughts, you would be terrified"
Tyler. 17 year old boy with fluffy brown hair. Normal looking. Not so normal thinking.
Josh. A...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(Melanies POV) "OH MY GOD!" I yelled, picking up Tyler's head. I put my hand under his head and almost immediately, it got wet. "JOSH! Did Tyler go for his morning run?!?!" I asked, assuming it was sweat. "No, he doesn't do it on school days." His voice sounding a little higher pitched then usual. That's when I panicked. I took my hand away and saw a red substance. I turned around on my heels to face Ashley. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ASHLEY!" I yelled at her, rising on my toes with every word. "I-I'm...S-S-Sor-ry" She stuttered, tears forming in her eyes. I got more worried and angry by the second. "BRENDON FUCKING BOYDURIE AND JOSHUAWILLIAMDUN, IF YOU DO NOT HELP ME THIS INSTANT YOU ARE GONNA BE HURT IN WAYS THAT HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN INVENTED YET" I yelled, dark tears streaming down my face. Of course, I had worn makeup. I always do. It was just one of my insecurities, my appearance. That was when I decided to do something. I grabbed the first aid kit out of my backpack. Then, I grabbed a roll of bandages. Then, i undid it just enough so it could go around his head at least 2 times. I started wrapping. That stopped the blood flow and brought him back to consciousness. Thank god. Just then, his eyes started flickering.
