There he stood looking lost and confused as in front of him laid a pale, defunct body covered in blood. The crimson red liquid still gushing out of the freshly made cuts. To say that he was scared was an understatement.
His legs felt like jelly but somehow he mustered up all his courage and dragged himself out of the now messed up bloody room. His wobbly legs carried him downstairs towards the exit. He tripped numerous times on his way towards the exit.
He felt his heart beating erratically and his chest heaving up and down at an inhuman pace but he cannot let his panic attack take over him. Not now.
He somehow mustered up all his courage and made his way towards the main door and let out a sigh of relief but as soon as he grabbed the door handle, he felt an opposing force throwing him away from the exit . His body made contact with the cold hard wooden floor. He groaned, clutching his head between his now bruised hands.
As soon as he shifted his gaze upwards, his honey brown eyes made contact with the familiar pair of dark brown orbs which had a hint of pain and agony in them.
The only thing foreign was the evil smirk plastered on his face.