RED, BY OLIVIA T.
I grip my knee tightly, but that doesn’t stop the relentless blood rapidly gushing out.
I look up, everything seems to be red, as I focus on just trying to stop the blood. I collapse to the ground.
I throw my backpack in front of me, I get out my jersey and miserably wrap it round my knee. Tears slowly travel down my face.
I watch my white jersey shockingly turn red. The fresh air suddenly turns upside down as the smell of blood takes over.
The stream of blood gets bigger as the glass goes deeper into my skin.