On the 17th October 2017 my son Kyron Webb was at his father’s house playing on his console when he received a snap chat call from a young person known within the local area. Following a discussion a meeting was arranged between the young people, this saw Kyron immediately leave his house and walk 15 minutes from his location to the meeting point. As Kyron approached the high street he saw a young man sitting outside a Barclays Bank, he walked over to him and a discussion took place.

A second young man was there who did not appear to like Kyron much. This young man made three aggressive gestures towards him and had a pole in his hand at the time. Unsure of what was being discussed but the aggression did not appear to impact Kyron who continued to engage with the young men in a relaxed and calm manner. The two boys led Kyron off the main road stopping on the corner of Worsley Avenue in Moston. Kyron stood smiling with his hands in his pocket while one of the young men was texting on his phone. Suddenly the young person stopped, looked up from his phone, yielding a knife in hand pushed the blade 7 inches into Kyron’s chest.

Unperturbed by his act of violence he simply returned back to his phone continued to text and walked slowly away without even a second glance given to the boy he had just stabbed. His friend remained looking at Kyron who stood there silently in shock, hands still in his pocket not moving and then he ran to his friend. Kyron now struggling to breathe stumbled out into the road, walking around a white van unsteadily he mounted the pavement and leaned against a wall. By now his breaths were slow, deep and shallow with his respiratory distress evident, he struggled to remove his bag from his back when a noise startled him. He stood up straight, pulled up his trousers and stepped back. They had returned with a pole and knife in hand as they began to shout out, Kyron was defenceless and bleeding and offered up no violence or words.

The young man holding the knife pounced on him viciously again sinking his knife 7cms into Kyron’s back with a blow so viscous Kyron’s weakened body slammed to the ground. He quickly jumped up, bleeding, weak and disoriented he made an attempt to run. He took two staggered steps as he was struggling to breath, he slowed down and walked around the corner where he fell to the floor. Neighbour’s saw him drop and immediately ran to his aid. As they attempted to preserve his fading life an ambulance was called.

Kyron was surrounded by a community that didn’t know him by name but washed him with empathy, love and compassion wrapped him as they tried effortlessly to sustain his consciousness and stop the vigorous flow of blood. The ambulance arrived 6 minutes later and he was rushed to Royal Manchester Infirmary. Upon arrival Kyron suffered a cardiac arrest and it took 40 minutes for doctors to get his heart beating again. He was rushed to theatre where he again suffered another cardiac arrest which lasted 20 minutes. Fears Kyron was brain dead loomed and I was called to advise of the incident. 

I resided in London but was asked to make my way to Manchester immediately, the police were happy to blue light me. I got dressed feeling numb and shocked as I began the journey North. While on the motorway my body ran cold and I looked up to the sky and whispered a prayer “please let him be okay, I just want to bring him home.'' Something deep inside me knew the prayer was in vain and I had a sinking feeling I would be returning to London alone. I arrived at the hospital were we waited for 6 hours while Kyron remained in theatre. When he was brought into the Intensive Care Unit his head had swollen and there was a bruise over his left eye. I thought he had been hit but doctors said it was bruising from the extensive blood loss he experienced. Trails of dry blood where on his chest and neck, his naked body was covered by a heated padded blanket along with a hospital blanket and his skin was cold and clammy.

Contact: Phoenix17102017@outlook.com