I was sober and it was late. I hit him hard but kept driving. To be honest I was more worried about what would happen to me if I got caught and I was pretty sure he was dead anyway.
I know this because he told me. The first time I saw him was about two weeks after that night. I woke up and he was standing over me screaming and ranting.
His wounds looked terrible, so much blood. Then I started seeing him everywhere, I'd look in my rear view mirror and he'd be there. I'd go to work and he'd be there, shopping he'd be there.
I was never alone.
At first he was so angry and full of hate but then after a while (once he got to know me) he just seemed sad. It's been like this for six months but I haven't seen him for a few days now.
I think he's gone, they all go eventually.
I miss him.
I think I need to go out tonight and make a new friend.