The collapse

There’s something wrong with my ankle.

I know I shouldn’t be able to see the bone. I’m certain the blood is supposed to be inside my body not pooling bright red on the tiles of my kitchen.

I don’t feel anything.

Wait –

I remember everything.

Running into the house, into my kitchen, grabbing the biggest knife I could find but being completely unprepared to use it on the man attacking me.

It was Omar Prasad, my neighbour. He’s a pharmacist.

Was.

He was a pharmacist.

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