Death • 死

• d e a t h •

Fighting the urge to have a panic attack in front of him. Thinking is your fault.

She was there. On the cold floor. Staying and looking in your eyes. With the word " run " between her red lips. She had a frightening look. She didn't breathe anymore. She was there in that ocean of blood. But he didn't do anything. He turned at you and stared dumbly until your neighbour came in because she kept hearing screams, but it was too late. She was dead. She screamed.

The sound of the police car is terribly annoying to hear now. Those memories, him, her, them. Those makes everything black and annoying. Watering the red flowers without even realizing the water is going down the pot. But his phone wakes him up.

- Yes?...Hello?

- Son.

- You called again, he sighed.

- I am extremely sorry about... about what I did.

- You killed her.

- I didn't want to do that!

- But you did it.

- I am sorry, I am truly sorry about it... ok? Just... just come and see me, just for once. I miss your face-

He hung up. His voice, his " excuses " make him wish he was dead right now, not her. He left the room, he wanted peace. He wanted to run away from those thoughts that are hunting him for years.

- Love..., was heard from behind, he called you again, didn't he?

- Yes... he said with his head down.

- Come here, she said hugging him. Chris, you know you are special to me, right? Don't let yourself down because of him.

- He killed my mom.

- Right, that's right. And he wants to win you back. But...

- He can't do that. He can't win me back.

- That is right. You need to be strong and look in the right way, not the wrong one.

- He killed her..., he said crying.

- Shh, calm down. She said while patting his back. That's right, let the pain out. That is how a person becomes a stronger one.

The minutes became hours.

- I'm sorry, you saw me like this again... he said playing with his fingers.

- Hey, don't blame yourself. It is normal for a man to feel sad, to feel like it's the end of the world. You have me after all. I am with you no matter what.

- You are so kind, Athena.

- Kind just with you, she said getting up. Do you want apple pie?

- Oh? Of course! he said going after her and hugging her from behind.

In the meantime a man who killed his wife was thinking about his son, about what he did, about how he lost everything.

- What man would kill his wife? was heard from his left.

- His son must be terrified, said the second guy. Both of them looking at him.

- What are you looking at asshole?

- Oho, don't you think you are too bold?

- Hey! the guardian's voice was heard. Do you have problems?

- No my dear friend, absolutely not, said the guy with a russian accent.

- Come on! said the other guy to his friend and left the guardian with the man behind.

The day passed. Every second becomes a minute... an hours. Thinking and thinking... nothing helps right now.

- I miss you... he said looking at the picture of his mom. His phone started to ring. It wasn't that stupid phone number that was calling him non-stop. It was his secretary, his friend.

- Yes?

- You must come here as fast as you can! was heard from the other side of the phone.

- What? Why? What happened?

- Your aunt is here...

- What?! he said taking his jacket leaving the room.