The trail of blood.

In the morning before school began, myself and all of my sixth grade classmates would crowd the edge of the hallway where our lockers and classes were. We weren't allowed to enter the hallway until the bell rang, so until it did, the area would become more and more crowded.

One morning I was having a conversation with some friends, when one of them pointed out some blood on the floor. A lot of blood. There was a trail of large splatters of bright red blood, and we followed it.

The trail led to the bathroom, where a stoner with a Playboy bunny earring was making a feeble attempt to stop the blood from gushing out of his nose. The floor was covered in blood, and he stood at the sink, which was also covered in blood.

Moments after we walked into the bathroom, a teacher walked in. He had probably followed the trail, too.

"I fell!" the stoner said as soon as he saw the teacher.

"Alright, let's go," the teacher said, escorting him out of the bathroom.

"I fell!" he repeated.

Apparently, he wasn't in much of a fight, but there was one blow thrown, and it turned out to be pretty effective. He was a big guy with plenty of blood to spill all over the place, and to this day I don't think I've seen more human blood in one place.


Woozie said...

As I was reading that, I was thinking Cocaine...

Doug said...

Yeah I saw the hit and I don't think I've ever seen that much blood come out of a person to this day.