Chapter 2
I always used to think that why people are scared of death? I mean it's inevitable, right? Just a different of time but when my mother died I think it was inevitable. Their was nothing we could do about it but when the memories of me and my mother popped in my head, it was frustrating and I started crying.
Now when my days are numbered I am sacred, I am really sacred of death because it is inevitable, money can't buy life. I am so scared that I am going crazy. But everyone will died one day right?
" Son?"
" son?"
" SON?!" my father shouted
" Yes, dad?" I replied
" What are you thinking"
" It's nothing." I said
" hey son, don't worry, you will get your surgery done by best doctor in US. You will not die" he asked me politely
"Die? Its nothing now dad. Everyone will die. you will die, I will die, he will die (pointing at a surgeon), she will die ( pointing at a nurse) everyone will die so don't worry" I replied
At that I started losing my mind.
" What are you talking about son? lets go home for now, its almost dinner time, lets get your favorite dinner today." My father asked
" ok"
Then we had our dinner.
" will you be continuing school?" My father asked
" School? What is the point of going school now dad." I replied
" sorry, I thought maybe you want to spend some time with you friends." my father apologies.
" Friends? What is that?" I replied emotionlessly.
" ok, never mind, I will stay with you as long as I could." he asked.
I didn't reply.
After that my father didn't go to his work for few days, company keep calling him but he didn't answered them. After a week my dad told me that he will be going to work for a while and will be back soon.... but he never came back home.
Phone bell rings*
I picked up the phone.
" Hello, Is this Mr. Roberts house?"
" Yes, it is. Who are you?" I replied
" I'm calling from National Hospital, Mr Rebort had an accident and he is in a very critical condition, please hurry up to the hospital"
At that point I lost my senses
" Not, again. GOD! NOT FUCKING AGAIN!" I shouted in a rage.
I rushed to the hospital and saw my dad in critical condition in ICU.
" Is there any adult with you?" A nurse asked.
" There is not, everyone died." I replied without thinking.
"Pardon." Nurse asked confusedly.
" There is not, me and my dad are the only ones." I replied.
" Will he survive? how did accident happened? when did it happened? he will not die , right?" I started questioning.
" We are not sure, sir please sit there and try to stay calm." nurse asked.
"Calm? you serious?!" I replied aggressively.
And then she leave. I sit at a bench nearby and started waiting. After an hour later, doctors came out of the ICU.
" How did it go? Please tell me." I asked curiously.
" We are really sorry but he was in critical condition so we could not save him, we are really sorry." they replied.
" What? you are joking right?" I replied aggressively.
At that time my social anxiety was gone and my mind was blank.
All I thought was " Why me? Why is it always me? First mother now father."
Not a single drop of tears was came out of my eyes. All I think was about my dad. I stayed at that place for three hours until doctors called me.
A funeral was held, where fake relatives became actors and started the scenes.
A week after the funeral and I was still blank.
" What is death? Why is it inevitable? and why always me? their is nothing in this world for me."
I even tried committing Suicide few times but all I think was about my mother and father.
After that I had nothing to lose, only 15 months to live. I was completely changed. My social anxiety was gone. I wasn't feeling anything. I was death from inside. After a month of shutting down in my house I started going outside my face was dead so some people were staring at me.
" Help! Help! Someone help! I don't know him!" A girl was screaming in the end of the street because a guy was trying to rape her but nobody cared. I also tried to ignore but I inner me didn't allowed me to.
So I started running towards them NOT TO SAFE THE GIRL BUT TO BEAT UP THE GUY.