Snippet #2574750

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!" She was pissed. Couldn't really blame her, they were right. They were a team. He had hid them away, instead of letting them help. Sometimes, it was better to be hated, than loved.

Then she kissed him, and tookoff after Marcey. John didn't know what to do. She was, angry, but she had kissed him. He needed to fid something to take care of his face. He saw his reflection in the dorm room door as he passed, he scoffed at it. They knew, but he'd never be able to tell them what it was like. To be silent, to be a shadow. Save peoples lives, without even telling them they were in danger in the first place. But here, it was different. They could've handled their own, but he never gave them the chance. He wouldn't make that mistake twice. Marcey was right, they were a team, and that meant trusting each other.

He walked into the nurses office, and grabbed her suture kit. There was a hurt shiftier on her table, so he wasn't going to take her time from him. He stood in front of the mirror, and stitched his own face, 10 of them, and it was pure agony. he poured peroxide over the cut, and walked back out as the nurse just stared. He looked back at her, and spoke.

"You have more important things than myself, I'm fine."

He walked to his dorm room, trying to avoid the group. He walked to his windowsill, hoping for a message. Nothing. This was supposed to be a boring trip, he was here for an education. Yet it had been nothing but violence. Hopefully it would calm down, not for his own sake, but for everyone elses'. He was the reason that they came, and he was considering leaving. Maybe he'd stay in town, or he'd go back to the mountain. Then, he heard a knock at the door.