Sometimes
life is so out of hand that you really cannot predict what will happen and how
happenings will turn out. Things and people many times are not what and how
they seem. And there are times when you can see the real side of them in a very
harsh way.


We were
sitting on a bench and peacefully talking about life. The shadows were playing
their games closer time by time. The street went empty and then an old man appeared as almost out of nowhere. He sat next to us and he was
pretty old and looked miserable in an old grey coat. Talks were pleasant as he
had nice tone of voice, but then he asked a question if we know what will
happen now. It seemed like a really weird question as we do not know what will
happen in the moment that has not come. He touched his pocked and then I noticed
that there was something small inside, but I did not think that it could be
something dangerous. We simply waited and in the next second a knife opened in
his arm and he plunge a knife in my friend’s thigh. I could see that the blade
went deep inside and easily through the flesh. Someone was screaming and I do not know if it was me or my friend and the old men raised his arm for me, but I jumped
backwards. Where are the people when you need them the most? Interestingly, I run
without looking back until the living place. In the dormitories there were many
people, but all the faces seemed unknown and far from me. Problems for me were
even to find the right floor and the right room. I went into one wrong ones and
there was a guy in front of me staring angrily. I remembered him from my floor
and now he probably thought that I am on something as I never go to some
other doors with or without a reason. Anyways, it did not matter as the next
doors were the right ones, but the roommate was there. It made me feel like
under a control. My body felt like an autumn leave wanting to shiver from the
cold or something else and then, after some time simply to fall on the ground
and dry out. Somehow I managed to dare to call my friend. Nobody was picking up
the phone. Then I wondered if I have still my small bag as I had there my
wallet with credit cards and the second thing was that I did not want to see my
account being emptied somehow as now I was not sure that the old man was up
with and what will happen as he showed that nobody can really know that can
happen in the next second. I was the most scared then I ever been in my life. I
went outside of the room just to think what to do. My wallet was with me, but I
decided to go back to benches and see if there was someone. To see my friend
covered in blood would be a view that would hunt me in dreams and that I would
never forgive myself. There were people from dorms walking past me like I did
not exist and also for me they seemed like some shadows that disappeared in
just moments of time. On the hallway there was also a friend or just a good
companion that got me out of my room. He was smiling and was so careless that it
annoyed me. Probably they were smoking weed again. And there was me, the weird
girl whose best friend at the moment is probably dying. I answered something
irrational, but as nobody cared anyways, it was good. I run downstairs and
could not even find the exit. My legs become weak just from thinking about what
will I see going back to the place which was perfect for just sitting and
enjoying the nature.
The moon
was shining at the dark sky lighting my way. I saw nobody walking past or in
the streets. It was a perfect night for crimes. I went to the bench. There was
some dark liquid still droping on the ground. It was not hard to understand that
it was blood. I needed to call the police even if there were not any other
evidence. They arrived pretty soon and asked hundreds of questions from which I
could not answer at least half. They were asking how the man looked. All I remembered
was his clearly white had, wrinkles and long coat that he could take off any
moment and even passing by I would not recognize him. The police said that I should
simply wait and there is nothing much I can do just take care about myself. These
men seemed for me so passive that they cannot understand that I do not care how
many people there die in the whole world and around there. This person for me
was more important than hundreds of them. I cannot lose a person that I had in
my life for eight years and having that many memories.
I went
back to the dormitories without any contact with the real world. My mind was
still trying to figure out how I could leave my best friend. I picked my phone
again and tried to call her again. This time someone picked up the phone. I could
hear only some noises that someone was gasping for the air. It was like a mouth
was full of blood and you try to make some noise. I was so shocked that I could
only ask some basic questions and I managed to get the difference in voice from
‘’yes’’ and ‘’no’’ answers. I just hoped it was not the last voice I heard…
A person’s life can be taken from
your life in just a matter of moments and it is hard to say what is harder that
they walk away on their own or they are taken away. You cannot know also how will you react when your life is on the line – will you try to save other’s
life or run away. Some decisions can hunt you for the rest of your life
making it easier to sacrifice yours.
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