Roaran stands up from where he was sitting. Someone had just thrown out the garbage and he was ready for breakfast. As he bent over to look in the trash he slipped. His hand caught the blade of a can of soda and it ripped his arm. The caught was deep and blood was everywhere. He tried to cover it with something but nothing worked. He was losing blood fast. His arm was starting to turn white.
Roaran jumped out of the trash and ran. People stared at him, or more specificaly his arm. He wondered how cruel these people had to be to see a teenager on the verge of dying and then just staring, gawking. Had they never had anyone help them. The cruel, insane, horrible people.
Roaran was about to give up and just die of loss of blood when he heard something. It was...a ringing noise. He looked forward. NOthing. Then he saw it. IT was an angel.