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After chipping my horn I was in such agony that I literally couldn’t see anything. It was all just a blur and this… awful ringing. I was belly down and he was on top of me. He hadn’t… hadn’t done anything yet. I don’t even know if he had it in him to do anything.

He had my forelegs pinned down but he couldn’t get my hindlegs. I twisted the lower half of my body to try and face him, so I could keep fighting. He saw what I was doing and tried to hold my head down; I could feel him trying to keep me in place. So I curled my head to one side and turned violently- It was the only way. I… I didn’t have a choice…

I felt my head stop, but the pain was still too great to even understand what had happened. His body let up- became limp. He started to fall on me to one side, so I pushed him over as best I could and crawled away, to the other side of the alley. I couldn’t go any further; couldn’t move if my life depended on it. I put everything I had left into that last struggle. I just laid on my back and stared at him. It was all just a blur.

Must have been at least a minute of me just lying there, waiting for him. He could have taken me there and I’d have been defenseless. Could have taken some broken glass to my throat if he felt like it. But he didn’t. He was still there, I could make him out through the blur. He was just lying there staring back at me. He was facing me; I remember that.

As the ringing started to subside, I slowly became aware that a part of what I was hearing wasn’t really the ringing. It was this… hissing. Could have been a snake or some kind of bug, but it was consistent. Almost like a gas leak. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but there was blood trailing down my horn.

I assumed it was from where I broke it. I didn’t think horns could bleed, but it made sense to me at the time. Maybe that’s where the hissing was coming from too. I remember it being so loud. Like a rocket going off right next to your ear. I tried to wipe some of the blood off my head, so it wouldn’t drip into my eyes. But when I did, I saw that it was all over me. I was covered in little beads of blood.

I couldn’t possibly have noticed it before. My eyesight was returning. I looked up and there was a… red blotch on the ground in front of him. It was in a triangle, like it was spraying. It was spraying… I slowly crawled back over to him… And… And his eyes… They were crying… He was crying…

I couldn’t move anymore. Didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to leave him. I just laid there in front of him; blood spraying on my right side. Just staring into his eyes. If I didn’t look away; if I just didn’t blink. Please don’t… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean… I shouldn’t have fought back- I won’t next time, I promise. Please don’t go…

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I still loved him…

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I had punctured his lung. The hissing was air escaping. By the time I could move, it had already been too late. He died slowly… painfully… and in absolute horror.

And I watched it in his eyes…

Watched death slowly take him…