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Authors: Helen Treharne
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God, I’m going to prison".
I really didn’t know what to say to the outburst, partly because I didn’t know what he was talking about. Killed someone? What had he done? Mickey was unravelling before me; cradling his forehead in his hands, he shook his head vigorously from side to side. Through the gaps between his fingers, I could see that tiny pools of water were forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Michael, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. What are you saying?"
"He was just all over you", he explained, his eyes pleading. Tears trickled down his freckled, pale skin.
"Who was?"
"That smooth talking bastard from before. The one who was oh so feckin' helpful about her bloody bag."
"It was him ?" I asked, completely failing to hide my horror.
"I swear I thought you were right behind me. I didn’t notice till it was too late. I thought you just wanted some time on your own. When I went back to look for you, I saw him. Oh God Sophie, he was ripping chunks out of you. Can’t you remember me finding you?"
I touched the dressing on my neck and I remembered alright. I’d never felt pain like it my life.
"I remember him attacking me, but I’m sorry, it’s just a big black hole after that", I replied.
I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, flushed, it was probably the nerves; it’s not every day you get attacked in the street by a cannibal. My skin was so hot I thought I’d either be sick or pass out. I took my jacket off and let it fall behind me. My body ached to do it, but I didn’t care.
"I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. First of all, I just saw your feet. They looked like they were floating in the air; just kicking about at nothing. It was then that I realised what must have happened." I gave him a nod of encouragement, signalling him to continue." There’s an old nightclub down the street, with a door set back into the wall. I guessed you were in the doorway and it didn’t look like anything good was happening to you. I lifted a loose brick that I saw in the kerb, hoping that I wouldn’t have to use it, but when I came closer, I could see it was that dickhead from earlier. I’ve never seen anything like it; he was literally tearing a chunk out of you. There was so much blood. I shouted, but he didn’t stop. I thought you were half dead... I had to get him off you."
"What did you do Michael?"
"I hit him with the feckin' brick!"
He choked on the words; he forced them out with such speed and force. I think he was relieved to get them out.
"And he let me go?"
"Sort of, first of all he just looked at me, so then I just threw it at him. He dropped you and staggered off. He was covered in blood. Soph, I think I might have killed him".
"But he was alive when he left us?" I asked after a long pause, choosing my words carefully.
"Yes"
"So, as far as you know, you didn’t kill him." I gripped his hand and squeezed.
"Well, no, but who could survive that?”
"Who could survive being bitten like this?" I asked.
With that, I gently pulled his fingers towards me and up to my neck. I peeled back the dressing to reveal the wound. But where there should have been open flesh there was a perfect surface of fresh, healed skin.
"What the...?" he muttered.
"Indeed," I replied.
After a few rounds of ‘that’s not possible’ versus ‘I know, but it has to be’, we settled on being confounded together over two glasses of whiskey. I wasn’t a fan of spirits, but it seemed to be a sort of drink you should have in a crisis, plus I didn’t know where the kettle was.
"I don’t understand Sophie, how could anyone heal so quickly? I was the one who found you, you were covered in blood, and it was all over him, his face. I’ve had a few scrapes in my time, even a dog bite, but nothing and I mean nothing, has healed that quickly".
"I was definitely bitten, I remember it. I felt it."
"I know, I know. Don’t forget I was there, I saw him. You were bitten all right; he had blood all over his face. I had to
I really didn’t know what to say to the outburst, partly because I didn’t know what he was talking about. Killed someone? What had he done? Mickey was unravelling before me; cradling his forehead in his hands, he shook his head vigorously from side to side. Through the gaps between his fingers, I could see that tiny pools of water were forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Michael, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. What are you saying?"
"He was just all over you", he explained, his eyes pleading. Tears trickled down his freckled, pale skin.
"Who was?"
"That smooth talking bastard from before. The one who was oh so feckin' helpful about her bloody bag."
"It was him ?" I asked, completely failing to hide my horror.
"I swear I thought you were right behind me. I didn’t notice till it was too late. I thought you just wanted some time on your own. When I went back to look for you, I saw him. Oh God Sophie, he was ripping chunks out of you. Can’t you remember me finding you?"
I touched the dressing on my neck and I remembered alright. I’d never felt pain like it my life.
"I remember him attacking me, but I’m sorry, it’s just a big black hole after that", I replied.
I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, flushed, it was probably the nerves; it’s not every day you get attacked in the street by a cannibal. My skin was so hot I thought I’d either be sick or pass out. I took my jacket off and let it fall behind me. My body ached to do it, but I didn’t care.
"I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. First of all, I just saw your feet. They looked like they were floating in the air; just kicking about at nothing. It was then that I realised what must have happened." I gave him a nod of encouragement, signalling him to continue." There’s an old nightclub down the street, with a door set back into the wall. I guessed you were in the doorway and it didn’t look like anything good was happening to you. I lifted a loose brick that I saw in the kerb, hoping that I wouldn’t have to use it, but when I came closer, I could see it was that dickhead from earlier. I’ve never seen anything like it; he was literally tearing a chunk out of you. There was so much blood. I shouted, but he didn’t stop. I thought you were half dead... I had to get him off you."
"What did you do Michael?"
"I hit him with the feckin' brick!"
He choked on the words; he forced them out with such speed and force. I think he was relieved to get them out.
"And he let me go?"
"Sort of, first of all he just looked at me, so then I just threw it at him. He dropped you and staggered off. He was covered in blood. Soph, I think I might have killed him".
"But he was alive when he left us?" I asked after a long pause, choosing my words carefully.
"Yes"
"So, as far as you know, you didn’t kill him." I gripped his hand and squeezed.
"Well, no, but who could survive that?”
"Who could survive being bitten like this?" I asked.
With that, I gently pulled his fingers towards me and up to my neck. I peeled back the dressing to reveal the wound. But where there should have been open flesh there was a perfect surface of fresh, healed skin.
"What the...?" he muttered.
"Indeed," I replied.
After a few rounds of ‘that’s not possible’ versus ‘I know, but it has to be’, we settled on being confounded together over two glasses of whiskey. I wasn’t a fan of spirits, but it seemed to be a sort of drink you should have in a crisis, plus I didn’t know where the kettle was.
"I don’t understand Sophie, how could anyone heal so quickly? I was the one who found you, you were covered in blood, and it was all over him, his face. I’ve had a few scrapes in my time, even a dog bite, but nothing and I mean nothing, has healed that quickly".
"I was definitely bitten, I remember it. I felt it."
"I know, I know. Don’t forget I was there, I saw him. You were bitten all right; he had blood all over his face. I had to
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