looking for a sign

I stand aside looking for a sign. A good one maybe. Does it matter, after all those days I survived? I couldn’t even believe it was what I didn’t wanted it to be and it happened because it had to. I took the shovel again, stuck it onto the ground and pushed away the sand.

 I was crying. My teardrops were faster than the normal rain thumps. I tried stopping and pushing them away but they kept coming. I straightened myself and saw the tomb that was there next to the grave. No name. No sign, until now. My heart beat couldn’t stop from getting away, and it wasn’t like the normal ones. For a diminutive, I felt I had no heart. Why should I? What good can happen right now?

The laughs were loud and clear. Everyone was cheering up, candles were lit and people chattering the tiny bit of hearsay they know. It was that night when everything was so perfect. I could see a smile on my mom’s face. A funny face on my dad and brother, they were enjoying thoroughly. You know when a good day or time does come? When you see the ones closest to you very happy. It’s like a moment of truth; a human nature possibility. And for once, you can think that nothing bad could happen. No one waits for the good or bad to come and knock on their doors. It’s up to us to actually make them happen. It’s not decided, it’s written in your fate and you know you don’t have the tiniest bit of decree to revolutionize it. You would like to have all the good times in your life, but that’s where God enters. On His command you can have it.

Then there was the accident. My father’s car releasing its brakes furiously and the car flipped. It was like a rollercoaster ride. Shows the world spinning and that’s the moment when you can see the opposite of what you originally saw. Brilliant, but deadly. I must say, when the car stopped, we were hurt. A needle put through us in every single way. I don’t know who survived; only that we were taken to the hospital.

I stand aside looking for a sign. A good one maybe. My shovel taking rest as I stood there looking for something. I cried. I still cried. I couldn’t stop crying. My tears were like millions of mirrors shattering onto the floor in millions of pieces. Well it hurts when you lose the ones who were very near and dear to you. I wish I could hold them again; hug them and never leave them; my eyes stuck to them and I could only see them laughing. This was the vision I lost. I couldn’t get it back. I wish I was with my family again. I can just wish now. Deadly wish. And there he stood next to me with his big scythe and his boned hands and his big robe. He kept his hand on my shoulder and whispered: ‘it’s time, my friend.’

The End.