Bring him back

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I watched him, sitting by himself, looking at his phone. I walked behind him ready to scare him meaning to scare him. As i got closer i noticed that his head was too far down to actually be watching his phone, then i saw his phone was off. 

I stopped in my tracks, something was off he wasn't moving and I couldn't see him breathing. I was behind him but his chest wasn't moving at all. I started to run towards him and it was like everything was in slow motion, the wind had moved his hair and top of his shirt a little and a saw red, red everywhere on his neck. I noticed his glasses were not on his eyes and they were closed. His hat tipped downwards. Then I saw the slash on his neck


From one side to the other


Dark blood that had already half dried


I was too late


What had happened


Then I jerked forwards onto the road  I was on and something impaled my left shoulder blade. I fell to the ground and a saw a shadow and I tilted my head up. He said something but I couldn't here anything. He grabbed the knife and yanked it out of my back and i screamed, a blood curling scream that it was. He then said something else, and I faintly heard a sorry. and He lifted his boots on his feet up and brought it down and everything went black.

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