The smoke escapes my mouth and I toss the burned up cigarette to the side, extinguishing it with my foot.
I pull my hoodie above my head and place my hands in my pocket, continuing walking along the sidewalk.
Lately, getting some shut eye is hard to achieve--or even a decent night’s rest. All I end up doing it laying on my back and staring up at the ceiling, tapping my finger on the side of my bed. Whatever I do, try hard or try less, my body deceives me of sleep. Even a week without rest, I am still ready to face the day without exhaustion.
A chilling moan takes my attention and I avert my eyes from the pavement and onto the direction of the sound. Ahead of me lays a man in the middle of the road, a pool of blood beneath him.
My hands shake and I look everywhere for the source of how he got there, some help, or even a culprit of who did this.
I move towards the man, turning onto his side as he tries to stand, only to collapse again.
As I come closer, I see his hands are tied together with a rope and his clothes stained with blood. He must have laid here for hours, I presume, judging from the blood on the road. His face is inhumanely injured as blood drips down on his brow and forehead.
“What’s happened?!” I ask him, taking his arm to place around my shoulder. But he screams in pain as I hear a sudden crack.
He mopes as he bows his head, spitting out blood by my shoes and grabbing his now swinging arm.
“...Hey… Hid… His…” He says the words as if his mouth was blocked or something. I am met in his eyes, looking up at me as they shine from the street lamp, his tears mixing with his blood. I see now of his odd pronunciation as he opens his mouth to show me.
They cut off his tongue right in the middle. Slicing it apart. He scrunches his face in pain as he tries to show me better by putting his tongue out. I see the inside of his tongue is red and twitching from the strained muscle of putting it out of his mouth; the details of its muscles are shined upon by the street lamp. He retracts it back in.
“Hey ah... a cuht…”
I push my brows together. He cries once more, lowering himself to sit on his blood.
“Hey, now, I’ll get you help…” I say, pulling him back up. Little by little, we manage to make our way towards the pavement, letting him sit with his back against the streetlight.
I call the ambulance.
While waiting for help to arrive, I continue to wonder what on earth happened to him. I’d rather not interrogate him with the condition of his tongue, but I have to know.
The other side of the road is a vast forest, spreading so far away. I consider it a possibility that he must have come there… Escape of captivity?
Hey ah… A cuht…
What is that?
Squinting my eyes into the forest, I see a two red glowing orbs that I conclude to be eyes.
But it’s too high up to belong to a human…
And then it growls.