I sat in my backyard on top of our rickety picnic table with my knees pulled up to my chest. I could faintly hear my mom crying in the living room. I sighed. I loved my mom dearly but she could get so emotional sometimes. It seemed like all the time now that she was crying. And I knew why. My brother had left,claiming he wanted nothing to do with her. It had torn her apart inside,so I tried to be as nice as I could. I knew it had to be awful on her, I, on the other hand didn't give a shit about him. I figured that if he was going to be that way, then we didn't need him. I tried to explain this to mom but she just denied it. She said that he would be back. Someday. I hoped so, for her sake at least. I was afraid she was going to do something terrible.

I was brought back from my thoughts by a large group of children jumping on a trampoline next door. I envied them. Able to live without a care, just playing the days away. Of course they were at least eight and I was at the old age of I probably should have given up thoughts of jumping on trampolines a long time ago. They were laughing , screaming and pushing each other around. Just having the best time of their young lives. And here I was sitting in my shitty backyard, avoiding my mother because she was so emotional that it actually got on my nerves. I sighed for at least the the third time that night and got up off the picnic table and walked down my down my drive-way. Gravel crunching under my feet, I began to get lost in my thoughts. I always walked when I got bored.A few minutes later I was at least six blocks from house,and I heard screaming. It sounded like a guy,which I found really strange for some reason. I continued forward as the screaming got louder and louder until the source of it was right in front of me.

There was a boy about my age being held up against a dumpster,being kicked and punched repeatedly in the stomach and face. He was bleeding everywhere an the blood was pooling on the ground underneathe him. "Stop It!" I yelled,un-moving. A couple of the guys beating him up turned to look at me but turned back around when they relized that I wasn't really a threat. "Didn't you hear me? I said stop!" I said, walking towards them. One of the guys grabbed me and held me in place,not letting me towards the helpless boy. The man still standing in front of the guy pulled out a knife and without warning, shoved it into the boy's stomach. The boy screamed in pain and began sobbing. "Noo!" I screamed,trying to break free of the man's grasp. He was too strong. I couldn't move. They were laughing now,as they stabbed him over and over again. When they had had their fill,they dropped the boy and myself and ran off into a car. The second they let go of me I rushed to the boy,who was now barely alive,holding his stomach,blood staining his clothes and hands. He had short brown hair and hazel/green eyes. "Oh my God,just hold on. Im gonna get you some help!" I said,pulling him to me,his head resting on my chest.

I called 911 on my cellphone and they arrived within minutes,thankfully. They loaded the boy into the ambulance and I got inside with him. I held his hand the entire way there. And I didn't even know his name. His eyes were closed and every once in a while he would squeeze my hand,like he was checking to see if I was still there. We arrived at the hospital and they pulled him inside as I stood in the parking lot, staring after him,unsure of what to do next.