1-School

Y/n gasped as she felt sharp pain piercing through her stomach. She looked down, blood pooling in her hands as she held the golden tip of the arrow that had split through her. From which direction it came she didn't know. It's user unknown to her. People stopped in the streets, gasping, yelling, and staring. Her Walkman was covered in blood and it dripped off the device to the ground. She turned slowly, pulling on the arrow with all her strength, trying to remove it from her stomach. The sight that greeted her was her mom's blood soaked figure that lay face down on the ground, a gaping hole that had punctured completely through her back and stomach. "It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide." Came the lyrics from Y/n's headphones as she grasped the arrow, effectively dislodging it from her stomach. She ran to her mom's side, clutching her middle, as she pleaded for help...