Blood. Blood Everywhere. Cliff gazed At his Blood coated fist in shock. He looked up at the boy standing across from him. The expression of shock and pain had already melted off his face, Being replaced with a familiar cocky grin.
"Quiet the punch there sweetheart" He Remarked, blood still rushing down his face. Realization seemed to punch Cliff in the gut, He needed to get out of there. Fast. Rushing from the lunchroom, Cliff bolted out into the hall, Past the office and out the door. From there he jumped the fence that bordered the school
"Oh God, Oh god, Oh god, Oh god." He murmured to himself as he ran into the forest. This was Real. Cliff considered stopping, Then He pushed that idea out of his mind. He Needed air. He Wanted To Die. He Felt Like Was Going To. But he didn't stop running.
