You could see the small scarlet droplets falling onto the school carpet that was along the hallway. My heart stopped and I counted the seconds; 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi. Chase started walking towards me. I turned forgetting Cole was there and he stopped me and grabbed my hand. It went limp in his touch yet still holding firmly and not loosening my grip on it. In fact, it dug itself deeper into my hand. My vision went foggy and you could hear the plea and begging in my voice for him to let me go. I wanted to run. I didn’t want to be here. He took one glance at Chase and realized he had seen more than enough of my mental situation. I felt a burning in my throat and something hot going down the sides of my face. Was I crying? How much attention was I trying to draw to myself? No, no crying, I had already gone through this, moments before. No actually I was sobbing. Fuck. Cole grabbed me and tried to pry it from my hands. It slipped loose and flew into the air. I tried to jump up to get it. Of course, I am too damn small. I felt anger and aggressiveness fly through me. I scanned the air with my eyes glimpsing a shiny silver in the sky and saw it fall to the ground. Chase walked up to it and bent down.
