The sky was clear, trees surrounding.
My friends and I laughing, talking,
and enjoying the glimmering sun.
I kept looking over at the kid, whose
site was near ours as he kept whittling away.

The blade was dropped, exposing the
steel metal, tainted with blood. Everyone ran
trying to help the situation.

Crying, screaming, and panic arose from the
victim of this accident. His eyes yelled out from fear
with crying, screaming, and panic taking over.
Only fright was seen on his face. Blood flowed
like a creek, and our goal was to block the creek
with sticks.

The smell of alcohol stung my nose
as it poured on his thrash,
with the vocals of the soft scream rising.
All ears were hurt and relieved by the fact it wasn't us,
his screams pierced our body. The taste of my gum
no longer was focused on.

Standing, knees wobbling, eyes
frightened. I never felt so helpless.
The dull knife was left away, a token shining
telling people what not to do. The deep cut
wrapped in a towel, was keeping pressure on the blood.
The truck took him away, teaching us
to expect the worse.