The story of Avi

Death

Death isn't a simple concept. It's something that changes those who continue living forever. Death doesn't only effect the one who dies but it effects all those who knew that person. Death creates an impact, when celebrities die the entire nation becomes sad and depressed. Radio stations play their songs and everyone's posting about them on social media. What about when someone you're close to dies, they don't get remembrance, they get a funeral and your tears. The nation stays the same as a whole and a few people feel very down. I find this funny, when a celebrity dies you listen to their music and post about it on social media, when someone you're close to dies you cry but don't let anyone know you're upset. I don't really understand why death has this effect on us but it does, and the concept of death I'm afraid is one I will never completely understand.

I start thinking about where Jay might be, maybe he ran. I eliminated that option quickly, he wouldn't have left Savannah and I. My last memory of him is when the Isis man grabbing me fell and he said, "Avi run!". But I didn't run, I knew I wouldn't make it. I didn't have and supply's or anything to defend myself with, also I couldn't leave Jay and Savannah. Instead I just stood there, I'm not sure it was the right thing to do but running wasn't either. Savannah soon notices everyone is here except Jay. She nudges me and asks where I think he is, I tell her if I knew I wouldn't just be standing here. Right after I say that I realize how rude it was and apologize. She says she understands why I lashed out and that if she had a boyfriend who the enemy took she would probably do the same thing. I never really thought of Isis as the enemy, don't get me wrong I think they are rude and need to be stopped but the word enemy makes me thing of those action movies with James Bond or Matt Damon where they're all skilled and professional trying to defeat some enemy they have. I'm not skilled or professional, I'm just trying to stay alive and get back home. Isis is evil and cruel but they don't deserve the title of enemy, they aren't like the bad guys in movies, they take the blame for shooting and all that crap but there's no proof that it was them. For all we know they could just be a group of people influencing others to do their dirty work and taking the credit. The actual leaders of Isis could be wimps who actually can't harm us. I soon find out I'm wrong about that last part. They can harm us, I see Jay laying on a table that they're moving. They brought him on the table over to us, they are going to make us watch. He sees me and tells me he loves me. I tell him I love him too and will always love him no matter what. Always isn't always a long time, you could love someone forever but forever could only be a few years. Time is another confusing concept. Time can change everything, sometimes it goes by really slowly and other times it goes by way too quickly. In this case it went by way too quickly. Jay deserved more time. I deserved more time with Jay. When Jay is on the table they take off the bandage of his bullet wound that I had put on earlier, I'm not sure how long ago, the days and weeks have all become a blur since we got here. I don't even know how long we've been here. His bullet wound looks awful, it's definitely infected. Jay then mouths to me the words, "I'm sorry". Then he tells the Isis men to do it. I wasn't sure what "it" was, were they going to give him a shot to heal it or stitch it up? Turns out I was wrong, they shot him. They shot Jay in the head, right in front of me. They claim he asked them to put him out of his misery, that he was in so much pain from the bullet wound that he could no longer take it. Savannah asked why they would help him, they told her the most devastating but true answer there is, that it would ruin our hope of making it home alive, that it would weaken us if they shot him, and lastly, it would make us fear them even more. I had always been scared of Isis, Savannah, not so much. Savannah thought she could take an Isis man if he attacked her, her problem was I couldn't, and there was never just one guy. I've never seen her let her guard down before, but now I'm witnessing it, she's crying and bending over Jay's dead body. I touch his hand, it's still warm, he doesn't feel dead but when I look up at his face it looks lifeless and bloody. He's gone, my boyfriend who I thought I would be with forever is dead. I can't grasp the idea of him not waking up again, not being there for me. He's been there for me for years. I can't imagine continuing life without him. If Savannah dies I don't know what I'll do because right now I'm too emotional to cry, it's a feeling I can't explain. Sometimes I get these feelings that I can't describe, they don't have a name known to man. After awhile I name these feelings after the people who give them too me. I decide to name this feeling Jay.