So, my friend is dead.

Now, I know that many will not care to hear this story. It is simply one of far too many deaths that occur every single day. I am going to paint you a picture. With this image you can do what you please. You can allow your eyes to flicker over it, take in a smudge of colour and a shape. You could also, however, look a bit deeper. Instead of seeing this is a teenage girl moaning about the seemingly insignificant death of a classmate, see it as the sharing of a tale and a sharing of emotions which could in some way affect you. Allow this post to change the way you perceive life and death, even if the change is only a slight one.

Picture a boy. He is in his teenage years, around sixteen. Dark hair and eyes. Seems pretty average. He is also, however, a teddy bear. He is the boy who is often seeing loping around on his own, often with a motorbike helmet tucked firmly under his arm. He walks with the quiet confidence of one who knows who he is. He walks as if he is happy.

He is the boy who will appear out of nowhere and draw you into a bear hug so tight that it feels as if your ribs are going to crack. You could barely have spoken to him, but he would embrace you not as a compulsory greeting, but as an unhindered display of friendship, caring and affection.

He is the boy who sees your valuables out in the open and puts them away so no-one will take them.

He is the boy who will casually enter a conversation with a calm smile on his face, occasionally offering a tiny yet valuable sentence.

He is the boy who was knocked off his  bike by a taxi.

He is the boy who has been in a coma for days, and he is the boy who just lost his life.

Now, everyone at school knew he was in a coma. The fact of the matter is that we are teenagers. We carried on with our normal routines, our average lives. We never stopped to consider the fact that he may not be back. In our young, inexperienced minds there was no doubt that he would be. Us, who as a whole have not experienced death. Us, as a whole have have barely experienced life.

We are teenagers. We are at the point where we can finally open our eyes to what lies ahead of us, yet most are lucky enough to be free from the burdens that plagues adults. The responsibilities, the decisions, but worst of all, the concept of death. Death can happen to anyone at any time, yet at our age we still somehow believe that it is reserved for grownups, that we will not have to deal with it in the foreseeable future. The death of a friend is the universe’s way of giving us all a slap in the face, a way of telling us to open our eyes. Death does not only prey on the old. Death does not only pick the weak. Death does not discriminate. Death can take anyone, at any time and for us, the young and the innocent that is an extremely tough pill to swallow.

An hour ago, I heard the message tone on my phone. Not unusual at all. I opened up the message and saw the words ‘****’s dead’. I looked at those words, I blinked and I went back to surfing the internet. The words were there, but the feeling was not. A few minutes later I set aside my computer and really thought about it. This kind, sweet, amazing boy ceases to exist. I saw him every day, and now I will never see him again. So I came here, and I began to write. I wrote about the boy who didn’t deserve to die and I wrote about the ignorance of myself and my peers. Then, it happened. The tears arrived. The uncontrollable sobs took my breath away.

I can not understand how the life of this innocent, harmless young man could have been ripped from him before he had the chance to experience it. So I cried. I cried for the death of a boy who may not have been a close friend, but a boy who was a huge positive influence on my life. I cried for the realization that my positive view on life had been shattered by one cruel sweep of Death’s sickle.

I sincerely hope that this post has provided a different and helpful view of life and death. I shall leave you with a quote by an unknown author.

” Life asked Death, ‘Why do people love me and hate you?’. Death responded, ‘Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth.”


One thought on “So, my friend is dead.

  1. Constantine says:

    Death affects us all, whether we want it to or not. But as humans we will forget, we will carry on. He might now come back but instead of crying for what we lost, maybe we should smile for what he had? I don’t know.

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