He stabbed himself and drew out his blood-stained knife. The look on his face was almost unrecognisable to the person I walked in here with. My gaze remained on the blood that gushed from his side.
He just stabbed himself and I stood alone with him in the forest. I knew what was going to happen after this, the decision to run away or to help him quickly before he died would result in more issues for me. He was the one that stabbed himself, I wanted to blame it on him but my rational thoughts knew it would all be pointed at me in the end.
I made my decision and ran away into the woods, he fell to the ground gripping his side. He tricked me to follow him here and stabbed himself. Why would he do that? The image of the knife piercing into his flesh haunted me.
I looked around following the scent of a particular herb I knew so well. Finally finding it I picked the small branch of its leaves and headed straight back to him rushing to the ground to his side.
