I stood in a puddle of blood. I stared down at the body lying near my feet. My whole body was trembling. My chest felt hollow as I looked at him. Lying bleeding on the floor empty and I struggled to breath. My stomach felt sick and I thought if I looked at him lying on the floor 4 one more second I would throw up. But I couldn't pull my eyes away from him. He was still alive. He mumbled and groaned. I could barely understand what he was saying. He tried to move towards the door but he was too weak. So he stretched his arm towards were I was standing as a gesture for me to go and get help. But I stayed put. The sound of my heart pounding in my hallow chest and his moans filled the small room and pierced my ears like a million needles. I stood there mind frozen, my body trembling, staring into his eyes and waited. I waited for him to die.