Running, that's all Kyrie was able to focus on. He didn't know where he was running to, all he knew was to run. Run from his home, run from his neighborhood, run from his city. All he knew was to run away.

"I can't believe she fucking did this to me. I can't believe she would..."

He had a worn down backpack sagging over his shoulder, it was threatening to fall apart at any minute but Kyrie couldn't stop. It was too late for him to stop.

Sweat was dripping from his black hair down his tan forehead. The cold seemed to bite at him like a starving dog.

Kyrie's right eye was burning horribly, he couldn't see anything from it except pitch black. His right eye affected his left's vision and he felt as if he was running with a blindfold on.

Eventually Kyrie was in a forest, with rays of warm sunlight slipping through the cracks of snow covered leaves, only generous enough to grant a small amount of warmth to the wounded freshman. Or at least he was a freshman, but now he didn't know if he'd ever return to school, right now he's just a runaway.

Kyrie was so lost in thought that he wasn't focusing on where his feet were going. As soon as the ball of his foot came into contact with a sheet of black ice it was too late for him to stop. He slipped backwards and screamed from shock. He fell so quickly that the force combined with his deep inhale caused his ace bandage to tighten around his ribs even tighter until suddenly...

CRUNCH.

Kyrie was stunned for a moment but soon the pain processed and he began to scream. The ace bandage he was using to bind his chest had tightened and a shattering sensation filled him.

"Holy fucking shit I think I broke my ribs. God someone fucking help me!" As if his plea was a trigger, he ran out of air from his meltdown. The bandage was still around his chest, tightening like a snake and squeezing any breath that was left out of Kyrie. "Can't.. breathe." his consciousness gave in and he blacked out.