Blood of Yesterday » Places

         Eric Reed sits on the steps leading up to his highschool, taking little notice of the chaotic swarms of his bickering classmates about him. He rests his forearms on his knees, his eyes downcast. Everyone looked pretty shaken up, and they ought to be. A kid had just shot himself in the middle of class, and Eric had seen it with his own eyes.

...well he hadn't actually "seen" it. He had been far too occupied with a crumpled piece of paper (scribbled all over with the begginings of a free-verse) to notice the young student turn a gun on himself in the middle of a lecture. The loudness of the shot got his attention though, and he was quite certain he had never heard anything so loud before in his life. Then the next thing you know, people start screaming, the teacher starts yelling frantically, and suddenly every damn cop and ambulance in town were at the doors of the highschool. Now the entire student-body was running around outside.

Eric exhales quietly. He didn't want to talk to the myriad of conversations ensuing about him. He didn't want to talk to anybody. Eric wanted to go home, have something warm to eat and salvage his poetry. He had to admit...looking down at the lifeless corpse of a kid his age was pretty disturbing. Eric could only wonder what motives the young man had, what strange depravities induced him to end his very existance...

Eric coughs a bit, immediately filled with an insatiable curiosity. What was this boy's past?