The sky was a dark musty blue, blinded by the bright fluorescent lights that illuminated the Rugby field. The wind bit my face as I walked up the portable bleachers holding my airs from the cold. The benched jolt back and forth from the disturbance of Max trampling his way towards me with his red hair messily blowing in the wind. His nose is pink from the cold.
"Hey, Rugger Bugger²." Max teases me, rapping his arm around my neck. I push my way out of his grip. I cannot stand it when people call me that. I find it rather hurtful.
'Why aren't you playing tonight?" I ask. He shrugs his shoulders.
"I hurt my... wrist." He replies, extending his arm towards me. But I know the truth. He is nervous of playing against Liam Murphy, the boastful senior from St. Andrew's. I just smile back.
We both sit down on the cold bench ready to watch the game. Max turns his head towards me and asks: "So you even know the rules of rugby?"
"Of course I do! Don't be silly, Max."
The truth is, I didn't have a clue. I just loved coming to the games with all the excitement and buzz going around. Another cold wave of breeze came around, engulfing me in goosebumps. I stood up from my seat.
"I'm just going to go back to our house and grab a jacket, okay?"
I skipped down the bleaches once again and started back on the gravel trail to the house. When I arrived at the heavy wooden door, I realized it was unlocked. I entered, thinking nothing of the incident. I walked down the vast hallway, up the creaking stair case and into my room. There was a ligh on in the bathroom. My heart was pounding. I could hear my blood rushing in my ears. I approached the door, opening it ajar, slowly reveling a pail and blood drawn Eli lying on the tile floor, knife in hand, slashed wrists. He looks up at me with dazed eyes.
"Help me." He gasps. "Please."
My adrenalin was speeding as I ran into my room to pull out my cellphone. I quickly dialed 999 and waited for the ambulance to arrive. Skipping back to the bathroom, I pulled out some gauze from the medicine cabinet and wrapped up Elis wrist to stop the blood loss. I crouched down next to Eli with his head in my lap. His caramel eyes were slowly draining. Thick, red blood seeped through the bandages. There was nothing to do but wait. The ambulance arrived after what felt like an eternity.
²(Irish Slang) arrogant, someone who goes out with rugby players for a higher social status
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The Story of Eli
Teen FictionA new child is enrolled at The Catholic Boarding School of Dublin. The mysterious teenage boy's name is Eli. Told from the perspective of 17 year old- Meg, she seems to be drawn towards him and his timid behavior. Little did she know that one boy ca...
