Damian - 13
Christine (my oc) - 13
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The door slammed closed. Damian angrily walked to his room, holding his left arm that was bleeding heavily from a large gash that he substained during a fight.
Christine's head popped out from her room, and her gaze set on Damian. "Ah jeez. Damian, what happened," she asked camly, walking towards him. She noticed Damian's eyes were red and puffy; she tilted her head.
"Damian? Were you crying?"
Finally, he said quietly, "They were threating to hurt you and the other's. I tried to fight them, but ended up nearly killing one of them. I hesitated."
Christine looked sorry for her friend. She grabbed some bandages and started to patch the gash up. "I'm weak," Damian mumbled to himself.
Christine heard; she looked Damian in the eyes, and softly smiled. "No you're not, Dami! Next time something like this happens, call me! We stick together, and that's a promise."
Damian sighed, and closed his eyes, Christine's words ringing in his ears.
Closing his door behind her, Christine started making her way to her room, when the sound of glass shattering startled her. "Hello? Who's there?!"
Her scream rang out through the corridor as two large hands grabbed her, and dragged her into the darkness.
