Katherine groaned as he pulled himself up from the floor, looking down at the floor to see a new redish-brown stain in the carpet, a quickly growing color replacing the white carpet  that  had been in his room originally, sighing as he looked over at his arm, a moderate slash having scabbed over during the night before the noise that had awoken him came to his mind, the alarm clock in his room going off reminding him of the bus. "Ah shit," he exclaime, realizing he would probably be late if he didn't hurry, and through on a shirt quickly, before going through a pile of his clean clothes that had yet to be put away, before pulling out a pair of jeans with the least amount of stains on them and quickly putting them on, before rushing out of the house, grabbing his boots and back pack, and running down the road to the bus stop, wincing as he felt the wound on his arm crack open again, sighing in relief as he saw that the bus was still there. He slowed down, walking on the bus with his shoes and back pack still in one hand,  the other holding his his wound, trying to keep the blood from dripping onto the bus, but some still managed to fall to the floor, making a trail to the empty seat he sat in, busying himself with getting his outfit in order.