Blood covered every inch of his neck and his chest. I could see the flesh ripped from the side of his throat leaving behind a gaping hole and a pool of blood quickly growing on the concrete beneath him. I quickly placed my hands over his neck trying to stop the bleeding.
"You'll be ok, you'll be ok" I screamed at him
"HELP, somebody help us" I cried.
It was no use, I tried to get the words out of my mouth loud enough for someone to hear mebut a lump had formed in my throat making it impossible to scream and the only noise that came out was a harsh crackly whisper.
I sat there on the cold hard concrete, my hands pressing into his neck, feeling his pulse getting weaker at tips of my fingers and there was nothing I could do but sit there sobbingand watching on as this man's life slipped away from me.
The last pulses of blood rushing out through the hole in his neck, spilling out between my fingers onto the concrete below.
I don't know how long I sat there for. I sat just staring at my hands now covered in blood.
I looked at his body… observed how tattered his clothes were… his face unshaven… his hands dirty and the flesh ripped from his neck.
He was someone son, possibly someone's father or brother. All I could do was sit and look at him.
The tears finally stopped flowing after what felt like forever but I couldn't move.
Numbness washed me and an eerie calm that filled the alley.
I glanced around but there was no one in sight; just me and the body in front of me.