I turned around, ready to curs at whoever pushed me out of the way.
But no one was standing there.
Instead the man was laying on the ground.
I felt pain, so much pain.
I could see the blond boy I had pushed out of the way looking at me.
He looked panicked.
The man saved my life, only to get hit by the car.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Can't he see I actually wanted to die?
My eyes stayed on the blond boy.
And I could see the cuts on his arms.
I could see the angry red marks around his neck.
All I could think was;
Abuse.
