Diminishing return (prologue1)

I remember my mom always used to tell me to mind my own business and not meddle in other people's affairs, now I am freezing all over my body because of losing blood like a goddamn fountain.

Let us go back in time, My name is jimmy, a 25 years old medical student close to graduating, with a hefty student loan of 300k dollars. Very kind-hearted, helping, and sympathetic individual if I say so myself.

You might be asking yourself why I am narrating myself, well it's because I am training now to sell myself to some prestigious hospital for a decent residency spot in the future.

This evening when I was on the way back to my rented flat from my internship, I saw an old school case of teenagers bullying, being the type of individual that I am, I went to help the person getting harassed by the stinky teenagers.

"Humph... Hey guys would you mind giving me some face and letting this young lady go? "

Stinky teen no.1 "who are you oldy? "

Stinky teen no.2 "mind your own business boomer."

..... But I am only in my mid-twenties, sigh.... never mind then, I am gonna raise my tone slightly.

"You smelly kiddos, I gave you all a chance to get the freak out of here before you regret the life choices that led you to here.... humph "

" EY boomer, who do you think you are talking to? "

" Who uses freak nowadays? Lol... "

As I was arguing with them their friend, the 3rd teenager, a rather quiet one started to stare at me intently which gave me the chills and pulled out a gravity knife. Now that I felt that the situation was getting out of hand I tried to defuse the situation by saying:

" Ay, guys never mind what I said just now. Did you guys know that

Bullying a young girl like that would cause some misunderstanding, you know like a case of sexual harassment? Right, I know, you guys don't want to ruin your future for some flirting and fun, would you? "

"I say old man are you threatening us? "

The other 2 also pulled out their knives as well from their pants. Damn these stinky hormonal animals.

" Nooo, no way. I was just trying to help you guys. I was also your age and I know we are pretty emotionally driven at this age. "

Now that the situation was getting more and more dangerous I threw away my bag and jacket and rolled the jacket around my left arm intending to use it as a protective shield against the knife. As I was doing

all of these the quiet one started pouncing at me while quietly saying :

"We never asked for your help boomer. Now be my first kill please "

As he was pouncing and me being shocked by what I just heard, I noticed that the teenage girl that was getting bullied was nowhere to be seen by the corner of my eyes.

Phew... that's a relief now I can run away. But there is something wrong with these guys. They are way more irrational and aggressive than the usual bullies you found in schools.

While the quiet kid's knife was an inch away from my trunk, I hold the jacket in both arms, putting it on the trajectory of the knife. As it penetrated the jacket, I hold onto it very strongly using the folded part of the jacket. But one thing I ignored was the force that the quiet kid put on his pounce, making me fall to the ground. While still holding onto the knife and on the ground I mustered all my power and kicked him in the sacks as hard as could, causing the silent teen to raise his voice and shout for the first time during the whole confrontation.

As I kicked the quiet teen away, I rolled on the ground and stood up as soon as I could, since I saw the other teen was creeping closer and closer and when his knife was just a few centimeters away from my face I defended with my right hand which made a gut-wrenching sound. At this point, I knew I lost some fingers but couldn't feel the pain caused by the epinephrine.

When I came to myself in a split second I punched the teen no.1 in the face with my left hand, forgetting that I was still holding onto the quiet kid's knife tearing away his cheek muscles and stabbing him in the floor of his tongue causing him to kneel down.

Unbeknownst to me while all of these were happening, teen no.2 was ambushing me on the back and stabbed me between my ribs and pulling his knife out causing my lungs to collapse on themselves cause of the loss of vacuum in my thorax area. At this point, I knew I ts better not to do anything since any extra movement might cause more blood to lose and a faster collapse of my lungs, so I just laid on the ground, hoping the bullied girl calling some help or the fight noises here being heard by someone.

I saw that teen no.2 started running away in the same direction as the girl, as soon as, he saw me falling on the ground and not moving, not even bothering to check his fallen friends and perhaps going after the girl to get rid of the witness or whatever... I don't care anymore. In fact, I just learned my lesson about not caring about people's businesses. Thinking about it now even if the rescue comes it would be close to impossible to reattach my messily cut fingers. Perhaps I might have to say goodbye to my future as a doctor.

Minutes passed.....

Tears started to pour out of jimmy's eyes, and who knows what those tears are for.... fear of death, regretting his earlier decisions, or perhaps even tears of joy?

People say that on the death step you will get to review and relive your whole life in a split second, but the funny thing is that I am only thinking about how to get rid of my "only follower" account at this moment, so I tried pulling up my phone sluggishly but the cursed ipeach phones screen has been crushed under my own body weight making it unusable now.... sigh.

Hahahahah... I am losing my sanity, or am I?

Why am I so noisy?

Why did I try to be a white knight?

Why did I not run away faster?

Why.....

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I hope those rascals die in the worst way possible

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I was losing consciousness as the seconds and minutes were passing by.

My own pool of blood was the last thing I saw before all my senses

Slowly went offline...

OH, MOM...

OH, GOD.....

I WON'T EVER MEDDLE IN OTHER PEOPLE'S BUSINESS ANYMORE...

I WON'T BE KIND ANYMORE.

THAT I SWEAR.