Now it was also confirmed what I had already suspected. The heart being uncovered was to let me feel what the person I 'read' saw.
Theses raw emotions were still apparent in myself, so real that I felt more tormented by them than the actual choking.
Black dots disturbed my view, and I wanted to say that it hadn't been me, that I had not killed anybody, but how would I ever be able too if my life was drained out of me?
My ears rang, and soon I heard other people screaming, I barely saw people trying to pull my attacker away from me, being unsuccessful, but at least bringing him to let go of my throat. Instead, he punched me in the face a few times.
I couldn't feel the pain from his attack, as my insides still screamed from the emotions this guy before me had gone through, and seeing his attack, was still going through.
Finally, enough people came and he was dragged away from me.
Tilting to the side, I coughed heavily, gobbling up all the air I could get into me, slowly starting to feel my nose bleeding, perceiving how my eye was hurting.
Blinking a few times, I touched my face while taking deep breaths, making sure that neither bones were broken, nor my eye had plopped out or anything.
Besides my rapid heartbeat, I started to hear Danny yelling,
"Hold him down! What is wrong with him? Kick him if he doesn't behave, I'm going to call the police!"
"STOP MOVING!" Jordan screamed, and when turning around, I saw him being the lead in trying to hold my attacker down.
"Stop it!" I creaked out. A few heads turned to me, and Chelsea came to my side, looking at my injuries.
"Let him go. Stop it." With my body in pain and my soul in pain, I couldn't let him be treated like this, not after the loss he had just gone through.
"No way." Danny hollered, his phone by his ear.
"I'm serious." I gave Danny a look, and he knew better than to continue to call the police. Cursing, he threw his phone on the grass, only to soon pick it up again in panic.
My attacker had stopped moving the moment he saw me, his face still ferociously contorted, like a rabid dog ready to bite someone to death.
"He wanted to kill you!" Jordan let go of my attacker that was still held by others and came to my side, taking a closer look at my throat.
"It doesn't matter, let it go, we are all drunk. Let's go home."
"No, you go to the hospital!" Denny yelled at me while I stood up unsteadily, needing Jordan to help me.
"Do I look like I need the hospital?" I asked him sternly, but the moment he wanted to speak, I interrupted him.
"Stop it, I'm fine. You all go away, I need to talk to him."
"No." Jordan bellowed and I elbowed him.
"What's with the sudden care, you all go away." I said, looking at my attacker that was still laying in the grass after being subdued.
"We are close, just scream if there is something." Chelsea said and motioned for the rest to follow.
"Be careful mate." Omar told me before patting my shoulders, everyone finally leaving.
I leaned against the tree from before.
"I don't know you. What is this about?" I wanted to directly assure him that I didn't kill his sister, but that would make me all the more suspicious.
"Henrietta Devin." He said, and the picture of the dead body in my mind turned into one of a living one. A girl I knew, or at least had known.
The feelings tormenting me lessened, at least the ones that wasn't mine, now instead, I felt sad on my own.
"She was killed." The deep voice continued.
"But you know already."
I knew your sister was killed, not that it was Henrietta.
"You were the one who did it."
No, I didn't.
"I will prove it." He stood up and walked to me.
"I will be behind you at every step you take, I will follow you to the end of the world, I will watch every of your actions."
He leaned to me, his face nearly being in mine, as he was half a head taller than me.
"I will get justice for her. Everyone will know, I will make sure that your true self will be displayed before the world."
"Be ready." He growled before turning around and leaving me behind.
After he left, I still couldn't believe it.
Neither that Henrietta was dead, nor how he came to the conclusion that it had been me who did it.
But my friends, that would turn away from me, had shown me the truth already.
This guy was true to his promises.