Eventually I got bored of waiting, and decided to climb my way down from the ledge. No one had decided to check where had been camping out for the many hours of the night.

I was only on the second floor, so if I landed correctly from my ledge, then I wouldn't hurt myself. Not that I'd care if I hurt myself really.

I secured my vape in the back pocket of my black jeans before quietly and slowly climbing off the ledge then dropping a few feet.

I landed in grass with a loud thump, then started to walk into the woods where that guy had last ran off to.

I didn't have any shoes on since I had entered my room. Shoes on carpet just.. it's gross I guess? My parents never really had carpet in our house so it wasn't a big deal.

I had socks on, but the ground was quite misted with dew so I took them off and hid them under a rock. No one likes wearing wet socks. No one.

I allowed my feet to adjust to the cold and wet ground for a little bit before walking out away from the only "sanctuary" I would be able to ever have until being of my adult age.

As I entered the darkened area of trees and brush, a cold shiver creeped its way up through my spine. It was cold, maybe 30°?

I continued through the woods, constant twigs snapping under my feet. A few rocks pinched into the bottom of my feet. Wet leaves scattered everywhere, if I managed to step on some leaves, there was no crunch. Just sounds of a squish, almost like crumpling up wet paper.

I climbed over fallen trees and hobbled around pokey bushes. Some managed to mangle into my jeans and give me a harsh poke on my skin, but that was the worst. A couple of times I stepped on some random berries. They stained my feet dark shades of purple and red.

As I moved further into the forest I started to hear movement all around, if anything it was just my senses reacting to the utter silence of a nature filled area. Quietly but surely the sounds of life came about, the birds singing their songs even though their migration time was soon to come, the few rodents scattering along the floors around me. But amongst the small sounds, one stuck out like a cattle in a colony of bunnies.

The sounds of ragged and frustrated breaths and a constant thump echoed through out the woods. Often a few grunts were amongst the breathing almost sounding as if a train was letting out steam while speeding up along the tracks.

I headed over to the source out of curiosity. I would hope my common sense would've been quite correct as I was hoping it was this "Reed" boy.

As I approached the sound even closer, I noticed a bodily figure, in one spot, yet constantly moving. The upper body seemed to have been repeating a continuous motion over and over as he stayed in place.

Soon, more details came into play. Dark streams of liquid ran down his knuckles and splattered along the tree as he punched the poor trunk of a thicker tree. I continued to approach the boy in full loaded curiosity. His flattened hair bounced ever so slightly as he punched the tree once, twice, five times, eight. He'd never stopped within the time I had been observing his behaviour.

I took another step to get closer to him, but may luck still be on my side, and a twig snapped. It may have been the loudest sound I've yet to hear come from anything in the forest.

His head shot towards me with such force and fear I couldn't help but stumble a bit before him. He continued to stare at me, in the dark it was hard to see but his eyes were very beautiful. An electric blue shot giving his face a light source even in the darkest areas. His ragged breathes still prominent, the large puffs of his breath showing in the cold dark.

Before I could blink again, I suddenly felt heavier and out of breath. The support of the earth beneath my bare feet that had once comforted my little toes the safety of land was now missing, in place of cold air penetrating the only warmth I had left in my feet.

I choked out a gasp when my throat tightened suddenly, scaring and surprising me.

His giant hand was wrapped almost completely around my neck as he lifted me up off the ground to the point where my toes could barely scrape the surface of the ground.

Only now had I realized how tall this guy was. I just barely reached his chin i assume, but since I was currently being held in the air by my neck I was just about eye level with him.

The oxygen in my lungs had basically ran out by now, so by instinct my hands shot up to grasp his away from me. The warm liquid leaking from wounds in his hand smeared all over my hands. Much to no avail, I could feel my heart thumping against my rib cage harder and harder as it became increasingly difficult to breathe.

I let out a few sputtered coughs and I tried to pry his hands off of me. I was becoming light headed and everything started spinning, slowly at first. My hands curled into balls as I started to hit his arm with as much force as I possible could muster up.

Suddenly, at long last, the ground had came into contact with me once again, perhaps a little too quickly though as I fell and collided my head with the cluster of sticks and dirt quite harshly.

As cold as the ground was I stayed in that same position heaving in gulps of air to refresh my burning lungs.

As I continue to lay on the ground, the guy started mumbling incoherent cusses. They weren't directed at me, I think.

"Ah fuck! Aaron's gonna be so fucking mad! God damnit! If London hadn't fucking touched it.. Ugh!" He yelled in frustration.

A bead of sweat fell down my forehead and onto my hand that lay in front of my face.

I coughed and sat up slowly. The guy looked at me as I moved to a more comfortable position.

Then we made an awkward eye contact.

"Don't ever fucking talk to me, I'm going to get in so much trouble because of you. Fucking bastard."

Oh.