MARIA'S POV
Connor’s knuckles were bleeding. I covered my mouth as I watched him plant fists on the wall, paying no attention to who just walked in—me. The blood from his hands was now dripping on the floor.
His eyes were reddened, and I could see that he was focused on hurting himself for some reason I do not yet know and was yet to confirm. My eyes widened as I stood frozen, and soon, instincts kicked in, and I rushed towards him.
“Connor, please, stop!” I yelled, unable to witness the horrible sight any longer. I had always been the type who hated to see blood. It made my spine tingle in such a way that could even make me collapse. The sight was so troubling that I had to hold on to his hand and try to draw his arm away from the wall.
“Connor, look at me! Hitting the wall won’t ta
