A Sacrifice


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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