The red liquid flowing from my forehead to my cheeks until the wounds rolled up on my arm were all over my body, I approached the mirror near the sink. I looked at the man who opened the door of the girls CR with disgust.
His eyes widened and he swallowed as he looked at my arm. I just looked at him from head to toe as I wondered why he was here in the women's CR. is Awkward right? he was scared and then I just seemed normal.
He suddenly run while yelling while calling the teacher.
“MS VILAFUERTE!! MS VILAFUERTE!! SOMONE IS INJURED IN THE GIRLS CR!!” The teachers held my hand with a slashed handkerchief and took me to the school clinic.
When I lay down, I fell asleep first while they treated the wounds on my arms and bandaged them with gauze. I said to myself.
“All I want to see was color yellow…” After I said that, I became sleepy and suddenly a sleep.