It was kind of an annoying feeling really. But Jacob had gotten used to it by now. You see blood oozed all over a person on TV and they hardly notice. But in real life, blood on your shirt is a tad bit uncomfortable.

This was not Jacob’s first time he bled, but it still got on his nerves once the blood dried. At least he wouldn’t have to deal with it for long.

A knee dropped onto the tiled floor. Jacob let out a quiet sigh that said, “Hey world, i don’t really care about what i just did.”

But then a question struck him as if someone had thrown a brick at his head. Did he really diserve this?

Had he really done something of great enough magnitude to earn such a consequence. Humph… Maybe he did.

Another knee hit the solid concrete. Jacob paced his narrow frame with his left hand. His other one lightly clenched his rib. Jacob’s eyes skittered down to his chest. The Bullet Hole marked his t-shirt with dried blood.

Dried blood. Ugh, what an annoying feeling. *