Crimson

Why me again?

"Sir? Can I leave? I've got a family issue that just came up" I say to him, he nods his head and continues to walk around as I run out of the room and pick up the phone.

"James? What is it?" I say as I have panic rising inside of me.

"I'm sorry for this and I know that you're in class right now but, I need you help, can you meet me at yours?" he says, I look around and back into the classroom.

"I'll be there soon," I say before hanging up, I run back inside and grab my things placing the paper on the teachers desk before sprinting out of the school like a moron, I tighten the straps on my bag and run for my house. I get to my front steps puffing as I open the door and throw my bag to the floor by the door.

"James?" I shout as I look around the house, a thud from up the stairs carries my feet as I follow the sound to up the stairs. I open the door and gasp seeing James lying on the floor bleeding from his body and arms.

"What the hell happened to you?" I scream at him as I help him to my bathroom, I put him in the tub and find some bandages and needles.

"Demon's, they found me and tried to . . . to get me to hurt someone" he says as I begin stitching up his arm, his teeth baring as his eyes are changing from bright blue to dim. I shake as I stitch him up, as his body wasn't healing as I can only think of the worst.

"Why isn't your body healing?"

"I don't know," he says puffing from pain and tiredness, "I thought that I was gonna die" he says, I look up at him and see the tears in the corners of his eyes, he didn't need to say a thing but I know that he's scared of death. Even if he's willing to sacrifice himself for another he is scared shitless of the idea of death.

"You won't okay? I won't let you," I say to him as I begin to bandage him up, once he's all stitched up and out of consciousness I lay him on my bed, I walk back into the bathroom and wash out the blood that stains the bottom of the tub.

I look at James on my bed and smile to myself, though I'll always have a spot for him within me, he just isn't the right guy that I need. I look outside and move the curtains out of the way, the spot on the floor still seeps with blood as I grab a mop and begin to mop it up. The wooden floorboards make it easier as I smile to myself thinking if it was carpet.

"What a demonic thought" I say to myself as I clean up the floor. I sigh and look at James thinking about what could have happened to him, I sit down next to him and put a hand on his arm, his face relaxes a bit and his breathing slows down for a moment.