this is how it all happened 2

i finally gather up enough guts to turn around. i recognised everything. the clothes. shoes. skin. hair. face. it was her. though hurting, and indeed dying, i could tell that she was at peace. with what, i couldn't tell. her mangled heap of a body lay there in a pool of her own blood as the swarm of people gathering around watching grew in number every second. they don't know her like i do. to them, it's all just a show, and here they are getting free tickets for front row seats. i manage to muscle my way inside and finally be near her. her breathing, mere short, desperate gasps for air. it was painful enough to watch. i go on my knees and ask if she had anything to say. i couldn't make out what she was trying to say. she was obviously choking on her own blood. of all the jibberish, i could only read her lips for her last two words. "Thank you." she shut her eyes for the last time. i sit down next to her and ask myself, what was it that she hated so much about this life, and this world that she thought she had no other choice but to leave it? i close my eyes and say a little prayer for this girl. i open my eyes again, and find myself in bed, breathless.