Blood gushed from a gash in your cheek, your vision blurred as you slowly looked up from your place on the ground.

Patrick stood over you with that creepy grin of his. A piece of metal was in his hand. No doubt it was used to create such attack.

It had been peaceful, messing around with your friends at the junkyard. until Patrick had come along and everyone spilt up. Of course he had chased you out of everyone else. He had always seemed to be rather rough with you out of everyone.