few days ago.there was this report abt two man fighting until there was alot of blood.it was at my block.exactly my block.there were blood stains frm the 14th storey to the 1st storey.according to the downstairs man,one of thm slashed the other one with a knife a few times.he tried to run when the police came.but was caught anyway.and that poor guys who was slashed stays in my block.i happen to walk by tt stairs yesterday.not knowing tt there had been a fight.there blood was there.it was so scary.though its dried up and dark red now.it was so scary.i screamed and ran to the coffeeshop where the coffee aunty calmed me down.and gave me a cup of hot milo.i had cold sweat.literally cold sweat.there was alot of blood.it reminded me of what happened at home last yr.it was the same thing.i took so hard to forget the whole incident.how i was traumatized.how i opened the door thinking that everything was alright.thinking that the silence meant peace.and suffered frm breakdown and screamed my lungs out for an entire night until i literally had no voice.how i did not allow anyone to come near me and pushed my mum away in the morning when she came back.how my sis there shouted at me to get hold of myself.i dun want to write anymore