Starstruck

Anger

-Oliver's P.O.V-
I started back towards Skyler with mud covered gym shoes, and my drenched white tee. My soaked hair was now hanging in front of my face, which sent water running down my face. I hadn't had any luck on my search for the lost girls, which lasted much longer than an hour, I was just hoping they were safe, and hoped to see Skyler waiting for me back at the meeting place. As I weaved through the trees I came upon the spot I told Sky to meet me at. She wasn't there. My palms became sweaty from the anxiety welling up inside me.

"Sky, this isn't a joke." I called out.
"Skyler?" No response.
'I can't believe I let her go out on her own' I shook my head and began to run my fingers through my hair. If I closed my eyes it was almost as if it were Skyler's hands doing so. I began thinking of earlier when she had done so during the storm to comfort me, and again when I kissed her behind the tree.

Without thinking I pulled my hands away and looked in the direction of the full moon. That stupid moon was the last thing I cared about. I turned to a near tree, and while yelling out of anger, I threw a punch at it. I didn't expect for much to happen, but when I went to recoil my fist I realized it was stuck in a large dent I had put in the tree. Painfully I pride my fist from the now blood covered bark. It wasn't until I felt the blood drip down my fingers that I realized my knuckles were bleeding.

Fear flickered through my eyes. I was never one to be good with the sight of blood, especially my own. As I stared down at my red dyed hands my head began to spin and black began to frame my vision. My vision swayed, and my knuckles throbbed. The black that had once framed my vision had now taken over and I slammed to the ground. Everything went black.