I tackle the woman to the ground. She's in tears. I only hope that maybe I'll be able to kill her slowly, and painfully, so I can get revenge for what she did to my brother.
"Please don't kill me!! Please!!"
"Give me a reason I shouldn't."
My knees are on her elbows, I'm sitting on her chest, by hands, holding my knife, are inches away from my her neck.
Evan lets out a groan of pain.
I say, shooting a look of danger at her.
Evan's shirt is ripped, and he has a big gap, running across the middle of his chest.
says the girl, handing me a bandage.
I wrap it around his chest, trying not to touch the cut.
I curl up my jacket, and rest his head on it. Otherwise, I don't know what to do. There's no way I can stop the pain, and no way I can stop the bleeding, and I both applied pressure, and I tried to use something to absorb the blood.
"Elavate his chest. It helps the bleeding."
I adjust the placement of the jacket, and his chest and neck are elevated above the rest of his body.
"Your life is dependent on weather he survives or not."
I say, pointing at Evan.
"The cut wasn't deep enough, and not close enough to his heart."