AskingVicFuentes
ON HOLD
He stared at me, his usually bright, blue eyes were now filled with anger and hatred. I forced my eyes away from his as I stared at his arms, the sleeves of his black hoodie were rolled up, revealing his pale arms from which rivers of scarlet blood cascaded down. I inhaled the cold air around me, shaking my head. Kyle was once a boy I was sure I could call my best friend, but behind a fake smile, there was a lot I didn't know about him...