Death was an open book to me, right this second. My mom's rasping breaths are echoing throughout the room, making the moment all too real. I look between my brother and sister, the lines permanently etched in their face from frowning and scowling, even at such a young age. The tensions in the room are high, so much so that I can stick out my tongue and taste it.
My father has just announced that he and my mom got divorced over a year ago, acting as if we couldn't tell. They were always distant from each other and became more so not too long ago. The only thing that shocks me about this revelation is that both of my siblings didn't seem to know. Mouths open in shock, they have taken in every work, disbelief still shining in their eyes.
My mom's breaths become shorter and less controlled, signaling to us that the time was coming for her to leave this world. I knew what was going to happen. We were going to look as if in a movie with tears shining on our faces, showing our grief from losing someone that we loved so much.
So when my mom started to breathe her final breath, the tears poured down my face. My dad's voice suddenly rang through the room, saying, "See you in hell."
And with those words, I knew. I knew that death wasn't peaceful. I knew that death wasn't beautiful. Instead, I knew that death was like love. It was needed to make the world go around. The only differences is, death is real.
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AcakI will write random stuff that I am either feeling or thinking at the time. I hope that you don't get too freaked out, my mind is really weird.
