Person.
I was confused.
First of all, you could see his jawbone and his left teeth.
Second of all, he wanted to die.
Might as well take this as an advantage.
I took a step forward, thinking he would step back away from me.
I expected him to be scared of me.
Guess not.
He just stayed there.
I was frozen.
Unable to move.
"Hurry up, I don't want to live life anymore."
"Ok then."
I pulled out my dagger.
It looks like he has no thoughts of escaping whatsoever.
He lay down on his back and stared up into the sky.
"Get on with it."
I froze.
My arm with the dagger dangled weakly by my side.
He stared at me.
He rolled his eyes.
He didn't wait for me.
He grabbed the dagger and stabbed himself in the stomach.
He let the blade sink into his flesh until it was buried to the hilt.
He smiled painfully and closed his eyes.
My eyes widened in horror.
I picked him up.
And I ran to the hospital.
