Liam

The doorbell rang sharply, yanking you from your half-slumber on the couch. You shuddered and shivered, adjusting the blanket. A thunderstorm was raging outside, and your nerves were already on edge. Who could come in such weather?

You opened the door, and the world seemed to freeze. Liam, your Liam, stood there, but he was almost unrecognizable. His face and clothes were covered in blood. The dark red liquid ran down his hair, stained his jacket, and dripped onto the doormat.

You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. "Liam! What happened?!" Your voice trembled.

He was silent. His gaze was empty, unseeing. He simply stood there, breathing heavily, while the blood continued to ooze.

"Liam, tell me! What happened?" You tried to touch his hand, but he flinched as if he had touched a hot iron.

"I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely, and his legs gave way. He collapsed to the floor, leaving a trail of blood on the carpet.

You screamed. You rushed towards him, trying to figure out where the wounds were. But there was too much blood, you couldn't figure out where it was coming from.

"Liam, stay with me! Stay with me!" you repeated like a mantra as you called the ambulance, your fingers shaking as you dialed the number. Only one thought was racing through your head: "What happened? What did he do?"