Short Story Collection

Chance: Cruel or Kind?

First story! Before I start, I wanted to say that this story is original and that I wrote it on my way back from school. Unfortunately, it was raining so I felt like writing something depressing (I can't write depressing stories so it isn't that depressing if you know what I mean). Also, this didn't actually happen to me, so yeah. Enjoy!

If you think about it, chance is pretty harsh. Winning the lottery to that glorious 3 million? Very, very unlikely, being chosen out of all the people in the world? Practically impossible. There are some things that have different possibilities. It all depends on what it is you are being chosen for.

Death is a depressing event. What exactly happens when you are dead? No one knows. Well, people who are dead would know. Someone included in that 'dead category' would be my grandfather. It was sad, but we all knew it was going to come, sooner or later.
"Why can't grandpa stay any longer?" My brother whined, fat tears spilling down his cheeks.
"He has already spent enough time here on earth. Time expires." My mother replied, smiling sadly.

The whole family attended the funeral. It was located at grandpa's favourite park and the day shone brightly. Too brightly for the bleak occasion. The grass glittered from the dew and the chairs were arranged neatly, though slightly wet. Not many people were crying, it seemed that they had all expected this. I felt groggy that day. I had never attended someone's funeral before. When the funeral was over, I crossed the road in order to get into our car. However, I saw death fly right at me, in the form of a car.

I could have ran across the road. That could've prevented the accident. But no, I was ridiculously distraught (ha, distraught. Anyways....) and stood there like a deer caught in headlights. I tried to see my surroundings, but all I saw was pitch black. Pretty much what I see when I close my eyes, but right now, I was pretty sure my eyes were open. Was this what death was like?

"Celeste! Celeste! Wake up! Please!" Someone's voice was shaking uncontrollably. Something was shaking my body with so much force that I groaned. My whole body felt numb. I peeked out of one eye but the hospital lights blinded me.
"Celeste.....you were in an accident! You were in a coma and you were dead but now...?" Someone spluttered, trying to speak while sobbing.
Why couldn't I just have stayed dead? I was used to it. Why did all this happen to me? But then again, why not me? It should fell lucky that I was still alive and I should treasure it.

Chance can be cruel, but it can also be kind.

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