You stumble across the lawn of a house. It was your best friend, Sarah’s house. You were cut up badly, blood pouring from each wound, while bruises began to form. Your lip was busted, while you had a black eye. You grunt and step up onto the front porch. You ring the doorbell, and Sarah’s brother, Rafe, opens the door. He flinches when he sees you.

“What the hell..” He says under his breath.

“I-I..” You stutter. “I need Sarah..” You mumble, your breath heavy.