"I had learnt my lesson", I sobbed.
It had been two years since the incident had happened. I was still in Primary 6. I was very rebellious and never likes to heed others' advice. In school I had a bad reputation for I would always skip school or get called into the Principal's office. No one like to be my friend or even sit right beside me. For Terry though, it was the exception.
We usually hang out together, get into all sorts of fights and trouble. In fact, Terry had a bad temper. There was once he was boiling with rage. He hit the fence and the gate shuddered and groaned. However, both of us have never fight before. Hence, we were as close as brothers.
There was once, at the back of the alley, we ran into a bunch of gangsters. They glared at us, as though we owed them our lives. At that moment, Terry was mumbling, " Don't stare at them, we won't want to trifle with them". Upon hearing his words, I felt that I was in no wrong and we need not fear the gangsters. Instead of heeding Terry's advice, I continued having "eye contact".
Shortly after, the gangsters flared up. One of them turned red with fury and roared, " What are you staring at? Are you asking for a fight!"
All of a sudden, Terry stepped out and retorted, "You are the one who glared at us in the first place!" The gangsters were exasperated, they smashed glass bottles on the floor and approached us menacingly. We started a fight yet again. With bruises and cutes all over , we continued the fight. Out of the blue, one of them picked up shattered glass pieces and pierced through Terry's chest and blood started flowing out profusely. For a split second, I stood rooted to the ground, paralyzed.
The gangsters saw the very scene too and scrambled out of sight. While Terry was in great pain, I was powerless and frantic with fear. Immediately, I fished out my mobile phone and punched the numbers frantically. It was then that the paramedics arrived and bundled us off to the hospital.
At the hospital, my pulse raced as I waited for the doctor 's prognosis. The next second, the doctor came out of the operation room. He sighed and shook his head with dismayed. No words could express my agony. I knew that Terry had left me for good. Due to our immature behavior, I had lost my 'brother'. I had learnt my lesson the hard way.
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