The commotion was a lot to bear. People were in a herd surrounding something that was worth watching in awe. With packets held in hands of a majority of them from the morning grocery shopping, this scene was amiss from the daily activities.
I stand there trying to push past people. Some were shouting while some were busy whispering to one another in some strange language I didn't understand. I patted on an elderly man's shoulders but he didn't look at me, might be he ignored me. I somehow adamant on finding out what the commotion was, took another step forward.
"Call the police?", someone from the crowd said.
Police?
Why police?
Curious - I push forward. With a peek over the shoulder of the brittle looking man infront of me, I saw a body lying face first on the ground. A pool of blood was now covering the floor, almost engulfing the entire place. The thick red of the blood was now getting thicker, the hair completely soaked in it, a huge contrast to what the white of the cemented road was.
"Did she jump?", someone asked from behind my back.
"Ofcourse she jumped. These kinds of things are common these days, don't know what gets into the heads of these youngsters.", someone else replied.
"Yeah. Right.", some third person agreed.
"Don't know what their parents teach them? These kids think their lives are messed up. One fight and it's messed up?", someone else, who's clearly judgmental, asked.
"Must have been a boyfriend problem"
"Could be"
"Might even be results. Some result was announced yesterday"
"Whatever it be, nothing can be this serious to end your life. What can possibly go wrong with this almost 20 something year old?"
"I don't know. But yes, I agree th-"
I cut them off. I didn't need to hear their conversation. Someone died and they didn't even spare one second without judging?
The morning which seemed brighter a few moments ago now looked dull. The girl's face was not visible and I wished I could go over and brush aside her hair.
The group was only getting bigger. From a distance a siren could be heard piercing the quiet of the windy winter morning. The police along with a medical van arrived and hurriedly shoved people away from the scene and taped it RESTRICTED.
I took a step forward to see what was happening. Somehow I couldn't let that girl go away from my sight. The girl was laid on the stretcher and was being pulled up from the ground. Her one wrist was hanging down from the place, a beautiful silver ring shone in the soft light of the sun. I wish I could have it.
Something caught my ears - one particular conversation.
"What a waste. She should have talked to someone, but these people, they just don't", a fairly young guy shook his head looking sad and pitied over the incident.
"Yes. Somebody could have helped, she should have tried", the other person agreed with a shallow voice.
My ears were heating up from rage. How could they be so judgemental without seeing the other side of it? I was on the other side and I still could see it, why can't they?
"No. Nobody could have helped. Nobody did when she asked for it. Nobody agreed when she said she wanted to visit a psychiatrist. Nobody asked her if she was okay. Nobody.", I shouted on them with all that I had in me.
Nobody.
Even after giving away my life, nobody actually cared about what I went through, they were still judging, they were still expecting.
Yes. That was me. That was my dead body. I jumped off the terrace of the high rise. I ended my life.
Just like always ever, no one heard me. No one heard my cry.
I turned around and walked away. I didn't turn to take another look at the lifeless body. That silver ring though was something I wanted.....badly.
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