Someone was leaning over my body, nudging me gently.

“Hey.” she whispered, close to the ear of my unmoving body. “Hey, are you okay?” The girl moved a strand of hair out of my eyes. Concern filled her eyes as she placed a couple of fingers against my throat.

“Oh no.”

She quickly took out her mobile, cursed again when she realized the battery was dead and looked around wildly for a payphone. Spotting one down the block, she took off at a run. I watched her go for a moment, her long brown hair swishing back and forth as she ran.

When I glanced back down at my body. It was ominously still. My foot hung over the ledge of the top step while the rest of me was sprawled in a careless fetal position. My arms were clenched tightly around my middle; I was out cold. I followed a thin trail of blood that was making its way towards the edge of the step. It was coming from the small puddle forming under my side.

I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me as I stared in horror at myself.