The wrath of death...

Death... It is something that most people fear. It is something unknown. People are full of uncertainty as to what lies beyond. For more than just a few people, death is synonymous with pain and suffering. Death is something some people choose when they have no hope left. Death is an escape to some, while it is a punishment to others.

        I  had witnessed death. I had seen my grandparents die. I had seen them take their last breath. Yet, only in the past few days, did I see, what death can do to someone. I was very young when my encounter with death occurred. For this girl, that wasn't the case..

       She was one of the prettiest girls of the college. She had the sweetest smile and was very cheerful. This is why it was so easy to realize that something was wrong. She had circles under her eyes, walked like she had to put in all her strength to put one foot in front of the other and stared at walls while her dinner sat untouched in front of her.

       She bumped into me in the dining hall, startled as if she had woken up from a reverie. I asked her whether she was alright. She said she wasn't and that the reason was that her brother had passed away the night before. I didn't know what to say, I didn't want to upset her. I asked her though, how he had died. She replied, "Someone killed him" and walked away.

       Those words rang in my ears. To the police investigating the case, her brother was just another victim. To people, he was just another person who didn't make it in the world. To God even, perhaps he was just another of His creations. To her, he was her only family. I watched her mourn everyday. I watched her try to smile at people. I could do nothing. Even today, I saw her. But there was nothing I could do.

      When we care about someone, a part of us dies along with them. We take time to mourn. Our hearts take time to heal. She would heal in time, but she would never be whole again. Death had taken only one body, but he had also taken her soul along.