As the soft pitter pattering of the rain dropped against the ground all Samuel could think about was how angry they were. After getting violently beaten while just walking home was just to utterly overwhelming for them. Their bag dumped out and getting wet in the rain. The cold drops of rain running down their sharp yet soft features as they sat in an alley way. They couldn't stand the sight of their own blood, it just made them feel weak and unable to control the situation. It definitely wasn't a good feeling.

As they sat there they kicked the blood off of their bottom lip and now they were reaching out grabbing their things. They were frustratedly shoving their things into their bookbag while collecting their bearings. However they suddenly heard the footsteps of someone, Samuel instantly perked up and their heart was beating in their ears. Hopefully no one would come over a double down on them. "Fuck.." The Australian said softly underneath their breath while they shifted their uncomfortably.