You were home alone.

You're in your room,

catching up on some homework.

You reached to grab your laptop,

But heard a loud bang coming from down stairs.

You slowly left your room,

Grabbing anything to protect yourself with

You made your way through the house,

scanning each room.

And finally reached the living room.

Baylor stood in the corner of the room.

He had cuts all over his body.

Baylor is your childhood best friend,

but he slowly became your enemy.

"I knocked at the door, you didn't answer." He mumbled

You rushed towards him,

"How the f*ck did this happen?" You asked.

"Would you belleve me If I said I tripped?" He asked,

"No." You replied.

"Then don't worry ibout it."

"What do you need me to do? You asked,

Knowing he must me in a lot of pain.

"Nothing, just stay with me." He groans.

"But what about all of the blood?" You asked, confused.

"I'll be fine, I just want γοu."

He said, keeping his eyes with yours.