Death of a friend

No amount of words can express the pain of losing a friend. Nothing in mind comes close to describing it and I honestly don’t think I want to.

Who could though? We, as humans, tend to block these sort of things from our minds until it is way to late. Until this friend stands at death’s door and gives us a wave. All death is sad of course but this one…I don’t know…losing someone so close and yet to so far is different. Losing a family member is just that..losing a loved one. Losing a friend is like losing a part of you. The part that made you who you are through many things most family members are not there for. That many of them ignore and take for granted.

Not to say I  hold one above the other but they do feel very different.


Standing there you would think he had not a care in the world but in side he was truly dying. His heart was racing faster with each passing glace the people gave him. It was almost as if could taste their contempt and hatred. Their eyes judging him for something he couldn’t help.

They didn’t care, wouldn’t allow themselves too. despite the smirk on his lips he couldn’t have been more terrified. Soft whisper reached his ears, so quiet he could barely make out the words, but oh did he feel it. They wanted his blood on the ground, couldn’t wait for the moment to executioner to pick up his blade and end his life. They prayed upon it with disgusting glee in their eyes.

Oh how he wished he were someone else, wasn’t his fault really, it was instinct after all.