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There is a body in the alleyway.
Usually, June doesn't go into shady alleys, warm memories of being scolded by her mother for doing so all those years ago preventing her.
But she had heard a groan of pain, and she couldn't leave someone who was hurt alone in good conscience.
If they had broken an arm or a leg, then she could help them to the hospital that her sister works at. If they had been stabbed, she could have used the hoodie that was tied around her waist to make sure they didn't bleed out till she got them help.
But she wasn't prepared for someone to be missing their eyes.
She had quietly crept into the alley, a hand on the red pocketknife her dad had gave her for her 14th birthday, nervously chewing on her lip. She had seen the crumpled form of a young boy, and paused.
She rushed over to help him, but reeled back in shock and terror at the gaping holes in his head.
Naturally, she screamed. Of course she did. It was a normal reaction to finding someone lacking the things that let them see.
She took a step back, and something horrible squelched beneath her foot. She slowly lifted her trainer, and found the squished remnants of an eyeball on the sole of her shoe.
Naturally, she screamed again. Someone had removed this boys eyes, and left them here.
The boys head slowly tilted up, the brown jacket covered dark red rustling as he did so. Slowly, and in a voice so quiet that she could barely hear him, he spoke.
"Hello?"
She stared at the curly black mop of hair on top of his head, because she was sure that if she looked him in the eyes then she would puke.
"Hello." Suprisingly, her voice didn't waver, or show any of the panic, fear, horror, that she was feeling currently.
"Can you please help me?" She swallowed. Because she wasn't sure if she could. She could reset a broken bone or put pressure on a flesh wound, but none of her classes had taught her how to deal with this.
"What happened to you?" She couldn't, wouldn't face the fact that she was way out of her depth here.
"A lady said that I was trying to steal from her purse, but I wasn't, I swear! She had dropped her wallet, so I walked over to her and tried to give it back, but she screamed at me and punched me in the face." That would explain the black eye painted around the empty cavern. "She took a pocketknife out of her purse, and removed my eyes. Please help me."
She looked at him in horror. She looked at him in fear.
She looked at him in guilt.
Sarah had told her about this creep that stole from her at 4pm today. She told her how he had tried to steal her wallet, so she punched him in the face. She told her how she had removed his eyes for it. She told her that it was a shame that her skirt got covered in blood.
She had laughed. She had said he deserved it. She had asked if she finished the job, and she had said no. She had asked her to finish the job if she saw him.
She had promised.
She looked at the stream of blood slipping down his face, reminiscent of tears. She thought about how he had been laying there for 2 hours now.
She knew he was going to die.
If she took him to the hospital, she would save his life. He wouldn't ever get his vision back, but he'd live.
If she let him live though, Sarah would know that she went back on a promise. She would most likely treat him, and she would know it was her. Sarah would say that she'd been disloyal, and she'd be alone again.
Sarah would leave her alone.
She shed a tear in mourning, and swiftly walked out of the alley.
She tried to ignore the pleas and crys for help.