Blood was oozing from his head.
He was crying with immense pain.
His blood was spattered everywhere.
A metalic smell.
He was begging me to help him.
I didn’t know what to do.
I frozed competely.
He deserved it.
After what he had done to me.
But I coudn’t believe that it was not me who did this to him.
I have waited for years.
To seek my revenge on him.
It should have been me.
I was debating whether should I help him up or leave him here alone to rot.
I finally made my decision.
To let him rot.
To die here alone.
Without any help.
After all I didn’t care about him.
He was just a prick who I loathe.
He killed my friends because I did not choose to fight with him in that stupid battle.
I felt tears ran down my eyes.
I loathed him.
I took off.
Leaving him here .alone.
Few minutes later I found myself helping him up.