The Hunting Accident

The Hunting Accident
I could feel my legs quaking, and my feet wanting to give away. I wanted to vomit, and fall to the ground with my tears all at the same time. I was sprinting through this everlasting forest for the longest time, with Knife in hand. My mom always told me not to run with sharp objects, but this was the sharpest of the all. Knife wanted to slip from my hands due to sweaty palms from the adrenaline gushing through my veins. I could never get a good enough grip, but I kept trying. I looked down to see my clothes were drenched in thick, red paste. Blood. It’s your brother’s blood.
I refused to accept this thought. This can’t be happening. I looked down to see Knife’s eyes started to flutter to the back of his mind. “Knife! Knife! Stay with me, I can’t do this all alone. We need you, I need YOU, Knife!” I screamed with a shaky voice through my clenched teeth.
I laid Knife down, by a nearby patch of grass and tried with all I had left to get a response from him. “Knife, I am so sorry. I never intended for any of this to happen. I thought you were the deer we saw yesterday. You know, the big one, the eight pointer? Your steps sounded just like him…. An-an-and why weren't you wearing your vest? You’re only fourteen, Knife. You can’t be die on me...”, I trailed off. I lay on his chest, and wept, with the scent of my brother’s blood filling my nostrils. I suddenly heard crunching leaves behind my back. I twisted around, and almost fainted at what I was seeing. “Big bro, I’m already dead. What are we waiting for?” Knife said with a chuckle.