Death

A Story by Half Dream

I never chose him to be his daughter yet I was the one who blamed. I never chose to be a fighter but my father's punishment almost every single day for most my life made me fight to live and survive.

But aside from that hell that he put me through nothing was harder than seeing my brother dead.

Upon hearing the death news, one forgets how to breathe and has to catch herself.

Death leaves one’s heart hollow. it is something she never knows how to deal with. it is cold and mysterious…just like when she tries to reach her hands into a huge box of nothing…trying to grasp an object…only reach the air.

Death clutches at her inner core and yanks out a part of her heart. she is left wondering if there will be an end to the sorrow. she cries herself to sleep. she tries to reason if there were anything that could’ve saved a life. she relishes the memories of the no-more.

If death is all we have to live with…then life is nothing. empty. meaningless.

I wonder how I suppose to smile and laugh again?? When will something be funny anymore. so funny I forget what pain is!

Yet I want to survive but I don't know yet how. :(