Oh no, what have I done? I stared down at the boy on the ground, he was not breathing and he was bleeding all over the pavement.
What have I done?
He could not have been older than ten. My hands shook as I swiftly dialled 911, I tried to recount the events that happened but it was all a blur, my blood is pounding in my ears as I tried to regulate my breathing that was going out with shaky gasps. I stared at the boy, his dirty blond hair coated with blood, and prayed – please be alright.
I heard the feint noise of the paramedics as they turned toward the corner. They could be here any minute.
Please be alright, whoever you are, please.
