Only a little bit of blood

It felt like I was standing there for ages glorifying this very moment, that is until the teachers decided to break up the fun. I watched as the group of students dispersed down the corridor and I slowly saw a badly beaten up mikey laying on the floor in the fetal position. "Perfect" I thought to myself. He hadn't seen me standing there smirking at his mis fortune, how I wish that I could get what I wanted. I decided to approach him and try and at least act like I cared that he was in some sort of pain.

As I approached him he lifted his fragile body to see who it was and I got a glimpse of his bloody nose and blackened eye. This movement made me feel very funny. I decided to crouch beside him and try and comfort him.

"Hey mikey, baby are you okay?" I questioned, clearly knowing the answer before hand.

"Not really I feel bad and look a mess" he whispered, his sobbing interfering with his speech.

"I'll call your brother and then take you back to his, okay? We can get you cleared up!" I stated. Knowing the state he is in I can clean him up and get a feel for his house I thought to myself. My thoughts thinking of all the wonderful things that I could do to him.

"Okay" he replied.

So I got my phone out, dialled his brothers number and called him. There was no answer so I pretended to have a conversation with his brother. If I can lie to mikey then surely I can like to everybody else. I mean I've done it before so it can't be that difficult really. Once I was satisfied that the conversation seemed real I looked at mikey and mentally laughed at how pathetic and helpless he looks. If he really knew the person I was he wouldn't want my help. No one would.

***time lapse***

Once mikey had unlocked his front door I guided him to the sofa and laid him down there.
"Where is the first aid kit, baby?" I asked because clearly he would need a lot of work in order to be fixed correctly.

"In the kitchen, under the sink and at the back behind the cleaning equipment." He replied. Not looking at me, even though I am his saviour. Ungrateful I thought to myself.

I left Mikey's side to retrieve the first aid kit. I walked into the kitchen and resisted the urge to pick up the knifes that I walked past. I would have to analyse the width and depth of each individual knife before I put my work into them. Can't leave a job half done. I saw the cupboard under the sink and decided to have a browse of the chemicals that would be present in the cleaning equipment. His brother has the basic cleaning equipment I.e. Bleach, floor cleaning, cilia bang but nothing that was very appealing to me.

I moved the cleaning equipment out of the way and right at the back of the cupboard was Im fact the first aid kit. I picked it up and just as I was about to get up, I heard a very deep and heavy cough coming from behind me. As soon as I heard the cough I knew I was in trouble. Should of just done the deed when I had the chance, I thought to myself.

Notes

Hey sorry if it isn't that good. I was thinking of this story all day at work so had to write a chapter :) comment what you think please :)