(A short story sharing) Please save me

"Help, save me, please, save me." I witnessed the woman being stabbed right in front of me. She desperately called for help, clutching her chest with both hands on the narrow knife wound. I was stunned and didn't dare to step forward to save her, afraid that person would turn back and stab me. Time ticked away, and in despair, she collapsed to the ground, her whole body covered in red blood. She thought I would save her, but I stood far away, not even taking a single step. It was my presence that gave her hope to keep living, and I gave her a moment of despair. At the moment she was dying, I saw intense hatred in her eyes. She struggled to stretch out her bloodshot fingers and slowly crawled toward me, making strange sounds from the pain. At that moment, my heart seemed to stop beating. Watching her get closer and closer, my whole body trembled. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't come near me, please don't come near me." Suddenly, I found strength from somewhere, but I desperately ran away. The woman stared coldly at my back, a hint of sinister intent appearing at the corner of her mouth. I finally left that place, clutching my chest with both hands, gasping for breath. I had thought I was going out to clear my mind today, but when I encountered something like this, my mind kept flashing through the miserable state of that woman. A wave of fear surged through me. If I sent her to the hospital today, I might be the one lying down tomorrow. In today's society, it's better to avoid trouble. You could tell that woman didn't come from a proper background. Would a decent woman wear clothes that only wear at entertainment venues? Soon, Jingming remembered that I knew that woman had been discovered. In the days that followed, I seemed to have forgotten about it. Until one day, I overheard two classmates chatting about a recent murder. One classmate said, "Have you heard? A few days ago, a woman died, and she died terribly, covered in blood. It was terrifying." Another classmate said; I also heard that the woman's eyes were open as if she was looking at something, and her face was very strange, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. You said death should be painful, but why was she smiling? I also heard that people who die suddenly like this often become ghosts. ""Ah, stop talking, I'm afraid of ghosts the most." "What are you afraid of? It's not like you killed me, coward.After listening to their conversation, a sudden cold wind blew from behind me. All the windows around me were closed; how could there be wind? Could it be that the woman had really turned into a ghost? Thinking of this, I recalled how terrifying her eyes were. To dispel the frightening thoughts, I looked out the window, and suddenly a disheveled head appeared at the window, staring at me coldly. I was paralyzed as if struck by lightning. In an instant, it disappeared again. I knew it was not a hallucination; it was the woman coming to claim my life. At night, I waited for her arrival in dread. Sure enough, she appeared, covered in blood in front of me. The strong stench of blood made me vomit. I kept apologizing to her, saying sorry, begging for her forgiveness. She looked at me mercilessly, 'I wasn't supposed to die, but you were too cowardly to save me and let me die. I didn't expect death itself to be terrible; what's terrifying is why I died alone while you survived. It's unfair. I want you to experience the pain of death just like me.' She reached out and grabbed my neck. 'Ah, no.' In the blink of an eye, I was back at the scene of that day. I had become that woman, and that woman had become me. I clutched my chest, collapsed to the ground, and groaned in pain. How much I wished she could save me, but I knew she wouldn't. Death was drawing closer. Gradually, it seemed as if all the blood in my body had drained away. My body stiffened, and my consciousness blurred. A tear fell from the corner of my eye; it was a tear of regret. All I could say to her was 'sorry.'